“Wow, the church is so dreamy. It’s almost like a castle—how romantic!” “I heard Dane and Marissa’s wedding rings are worth several million dollars. They also had a famous designer design them according to their names.” “The groom looks so handsome today. I wonder how stunning the bride will be once she comes out in a while. I’m looking forward to it!” … The netizens on the internet watched the live stream of the wedding scene while flooding the live chat with messages. They were looking forward to the wedding more than the groom. As time passed, guests arrived one after another. At 11:00 am, the wedding officially started. The solemnly dressed priest delivered a speech on the stage. Afterward, Dane walked up in a neat suit. Accompanied by a beautiful and romantic melody, the church’s heavy doors slowly opened. Marissa stood in the doorway in a diamond-encrusted white wedding dress. She looked elegant and beautiful. She smiled sweetly as she met Dane’s gaze, feeling

Mable looked coldly at Mr. and Mrs. Snyder. She was calm. “Mr. Snyder, you’re joking. As the heir of the Jeffersons, I own 60% of the company’s shares. Do I not have the right to cancel a collaboration? “As for the billion dollars, it was originally my dowry, and there was a note when the initial payment was made. Now that the engagement between your son and I has been broken off, by reason or law, it has to be returned. Mrs. Snyder, you can consult a lawyer if you have any questions.” “You!” Frank pulled Mable’s arm with a ghastly look on his face. “Aggie, what are you doing? Riss is marrying into the Snyders now. It’s only natural that the dowry is for her too.” Mable looked as if she heard some kind of joke. “Marissa might also be a granddaughter of the Jeffersons, but there’s a difference between us. I’m afraid she’s not worthy of such a high dowry.” Marissa looked aggrieved. “Agnes, how can you say that about me?” She knew Agnes would not be so kind. At the end of th

The man who came down from the car looked to be almost 30 years old. He had dark skin, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. There was an index-finger-long scar on his forehead, and his eyes carried sharp killing intent. Blair glanced at the familiar face and was surprised for a moment. He recognized the man. It was Hugh Payne, the chairman of Monafett’s Earl Security Group. Hugh also had another identity, which was the boss of the largest mercenary corp in Monafett. Blair met him once five years ago in Santaviz. The scar on his forehead came from that battle. Hugh got down from the car and stood straight in front of Mable. He greeted her with respect, “Boss, long time no see.” ‘Boss?’ Blair looked sharply at Hugh. ‘He calls Mable his boss?’ “What brings you here?” Mable asked Hugh. “Rahman said you’re here by yourself and asked me to assist you.” Rahman was worried about Mable. So after some thinking, he finally contacted Hugh and asked him to come over to assist her. It

When Frank gave his command, he thought the bodyguards lying in ambush in the backyard would rush in immediately. Who knew that not even a single person came in after waiting for a while. “Guards! Guards!” Frank shouted a few more times. Still, no one came in, and he ran to the backyard. The dozens of bodyguards he had arranged were all lying dead on the ground. A man in a leather jacket stood amongst the corpses on the ground, looking at Frank with a straight face. He looked as though he was the grim reaper. Frank broke out in a cold sweat when he saw this. ‘They’re elite bodyguards handpicked by me. How could they…? ‘How could they have been killed by him just like that?!’ “W-who are you?” Frank pointed at the man, his voice unconsciously trembling. Hugh walked toward him without saying anything. Faced with the strong killing intent, Frank immediately reached for the gun hidden in his clothes. Nonetheless, before he could even pull out the gun, he felt a sud

Mable returned to her bedroom and washed her face in cold water. She stared at herself in the mirror, confused and torn. ‘What did Blair mean just now? ‘Is he really in love with me? ‘What about his first love?’ The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She had just finished washing up when Blair walked into the bedroom with a glass of milk in his hand. He handed her the milk and casually took the blow dryer in her hand to help her dry her hair. Mable was happy to enjoy it since he wanted to help her. She drank the milk while using her phone. It was probably Blair’s first time blow-drying someone’s hair, so his movements were slightly stiff. Moreover, he did not use the right force to ruffle her hair, and the experience was extremely poor. “Be gentle! Don’t just blow on one spot. This side is still wet.” Mable pulled the right side of her hair and glared at Blair. Blair scoffed softly and pinched her soft face. “You’re quite good at ordering peop