Could Sumr Monroe’s marriage partner not be so old codger, but... Damian Knight?
Impossible! That’s absolutely impossible!
How could Sumr, a country bumpkin, ever be worthy of soone like Damian Knight, whom even she doesn’t dare to think about?
It must be a coincidence! She must have gotten it wrong!
But then, Coralie Hughes saw Damian Knight walk straight over to Sumr Monroe, and with his right hand tenderly and lovingly wrapped around Sumr’s waist.
That one gesture worked better than speaking ten sentences.
The words "You will never be happy" seed like one slap after another, viciously striking Coralie herself.
All the color drained from Coralie’s face instantly, a strong sense of resentnt and anger engulfing her heart.
Why?!
Why is it?!
Why can a bumpkin like Sumr marry Damian Knight, while she has to marry a useless wastrel like Mason Monroe?!
Coralie clenched her fists with all her might, nails cutting into the flesh of her palms without her even feeling it.
Damian Knight first tenderly helped Sumr into her coat, then shot a cold glance at Coralie and Mason, saying, "This is the last ti I’ll tolerate you both. If I see you disrespect my wife again, don’t bla for not warning you!"
Damian Knight’s voice was as cold as a blade, and combined with his powerful presence, it made cold sweat drip down the backs of Coralie and Mason.
Damian Knight’s aura isn’t sothing ordinary people can withstand, let alone the likes of useless Mason Monroe and domineering Coralie Hughes.
The two were too scared to even breathe loudly.
Yet as Damian Knight turned, he showed Sumr a gentle expression, the contrast so stark it made Coralie almost choke with jealousy.
Only to hear Damian Knight say softly to Sumr, "It’s getting colder today, head to the car so you don’t catch a cold."
"Okay." Sumr nodded, not glancing at Coralie or Mason again, and turned to walk towards the nearby Maybach.
After Sumr left, Damian Knight didn’t imdiately follow her but instead warned Coralie and Mason again, "If you want to stay in Crestfall, don’t provoke her again. She’s my wife, ssing with her ans you’re going against , Damian Knight!"
As he spoke, he gave them a chilling glance as if looking at ants, his face icy as he turned to leave.
A drop of cold sweat dripped from Coralie’s forehead out of fright.
She watched as Sumr and Damian Knight got into the Maybach, one after the other.
In that mont when the car door closed, Coralie suddenly had a premonition: from the mont that car door closed, she and Sumr beca people from entirely different worlds.
The world Sumr now belongs to might be forever out of her reach.
Coralie’s feet gave out, and she sank to the ground like a lifeless porcelain doll, her eyes vacant and staring blankly.
Mason Monroe was startled and quickly rushed to help Coralie up.
To his surprise, this ti Coralie didn’t push him away.
Mason felt a brief mont of happiness, then realized sothing was wrong with Coralie.
Her eyes had lost all focus, like a puppet on strings, with no reaction to him or the world around her.
"Coralie! Coralie!" Mason shouted in panic and helplessness.
Who could help him?!
But the only response he got was from the bodyguards, who were even more at a loss than he was.
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