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Isabella wasn't foolish and could easily discern that Mr. Jacob had no intention of accepting her as his daughter-in-law. She understood well that Mr. Jacob deeply held the belief that Turner family werewolves should not marry humans.Isabella lowered her head slightly and remained silent. In this situation, it wasn't her place to speak. Regardless of his acknowledgment, it didn't matter as long as the law recognized it."My wife is my own decision," Andrew said, sitting up straight and speaking calmly. "Although we are werewolves, our clan has integrated into human society for over a century. Some old rules should be abolished.""Are you defying me?!" Mr. Jacob's eyes widened in anger, and he shouted, "Andrew, you're getting more and more audacious. You have no respect for anyone!"The living room fell silent. Except for Mrs. Hannah and Layla, the others looked gleeful, as if enjoying a spectacle."Father, I respect you as an elder, which is why I brought my wife here today to meet y

Isabella and Andrew's wedding was held in Paris, France. According to Isabella's wishes, she only wanted the most important people to witness the happiest moment of her life. Andrew, who already disliked maintaining social relationships, could only smile and compromise.Therefore, this grand Parisian wedding had fewer than 20 attendees. The golden sunset light bathed the sandy shores of a secluded beach near Paris, the gentle sound of waves lapping the shore providing a peaceful natural melody, blending with the joyful atmosphere.Their wedding was intentionally kept private, with a short guest list consisting of their families and a few close friends who had shared their hardships. The wedding setup was simple yet elegant. White wooden chairs adorned with soft blue ribbons were neatly arranged in a row, facing an arch draped with delicate white roses and greenery.As guests arrived, they were greeted by a tranquil ambiance that felt almost magical. Beta Ryan, serving as the best man,

Back then, Mrs. Clark stormed in angrily. Emily thought they had compromised and arrogantly said with her chin raised, "Isabella had her wedding at a top hotel in Paris. As another daughter of the Harris family, my wedding shouldn't be any less grand. I didn't like any of the hotels in Ithaca town, but an Italian castle would be nice. If the standard is lower than that, I won't get married.""If you're afraid of being laughed at, then it's better not to have a wedding at all. Our Clark family is small and humble, and we can't compare to the Turner family, the head of the four major financial groups," Mrs. Clark said sarcastically."You, what do you mean?" Emily was a bit confused.Mrs. Clark sneered, "I mean exactly what I said. If you want to get married, get married. If you don't want to, then forget it."Mrs. Clark showed no mercy to Emily. And since Stellan was very afraid of his mother, Emily's wedding didn't happen in the end, and Mrs. Clark saved even ten thousand dollars.For

"Andrew, I knew you were pretending to be drunk." Isabella smiled softly, leaning in to hug his arm. Her bright eyes looked at him curiously as she asked, "What kind of trick did Idris try to pull?"Andrew straightened up, lazily resting his arm on the car window, a trace of disdain showing in his expression. "It was a basic and old-fashioned trick. They tried to get me drunk so I'd sign the contract. Your dad was very enthusiastic about it; Idris must have promised him a lot of benefits.""That's just like David. If there's profit involved, he'd even dig up the Harris family ancestral graves," Isabella said sarcastically. Then she asked, "You didn't sign it, did you?""Of course I signed it." Andrew's smile turned wickedly charming. "If I didn't sign it, how would they give up?"Isabella blinked her long lashes, looking at him suspiciously.Andrew chuckled and put his arm around her shoulders."Our conglomerate is a massive enterprise, not some small workshop. To start an investment

Isabella felt herself sweating profusely and instinctively took off her jacket. Underneath, she wore a fitted camisole with a slightly low neckline. It wasn't overly revealing, but her fair neck and beautiful collarbones were exposed, looking very alluring.James' eyes were fixed on her, his gaze growing hotter. Yet, with the last remnants of his sanity, he clenched his fists and stood still, not daring to move.Isabella also stood up from the table and walked to the window, attempting to open it for some fresh air. However, no matter how hard she pushed, the window didn't budge.She turned to James with a puzzled expression, asking, "Is this a decorative window that can't be opened?"James didn't respond, instead swallowing hard. He felt unbearably hot all over, and as if driven by an unknown force, he took a few steps towards Isabella and tightly embraced her."James, what are you doing? Are you crazy?" Isabella hadn't expected James to suddenly hug her. An instinctive sense of repu