A car stopped at the door of the Marriage License Bureau.

A middle-aged man beamed to welcome them. "Mrs. Cecil, how come you're here in person?"

"My son is absent, and I, of course, should come here," Agnes said, then shook her hand, and two bodyguards pulled Dinah out of the car by force.

"Be gentle! Don't hurt my grandson," Agnes snapped at them in a low voice.

"Yes, Mrs. Cecil." The two bodyguards loosened their hands at once, but Dinah tried to escape again.

Therefore, they could only ...