Finn Morgan also just saw the news, "The ssage must have been released by Madam, and the invitations are already being prepared."
"..." Justin Kingston leaned back in his chair, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.
Finn Morgan was in a dilemma, and just when he was about to say sothing, Justin Kingston spoke, "Is there a photo of the mother of my child?" He had searched online, but found nothing.
Not even the fact that he had a child was recorded, as if it had been deliberately erased.
"No." Finn Morgan surprisingly changed the subject, "CEO Kingston, are you free to take wedding photos with President Usher this Saturday? I’ve cleared your schedule."
"Cancel the wedding plans." Justin Kingston frowned slightly and looked at him, "I don’t want to get married."
"This... You might need to discuss this with Madam." Finn Morgan looked troubled, "I’m just the ssenger, after all, marriage is a big deal for the Kingston family and is closely watched by the public."
The two locked eyes, and Finn Morgan felt uneasy, "CEO Kingston..."
Justin Kingston stood up and walked out.
"Where are you going?" Finn Morgan hurriedly looked at his retreating figure, "There’s a eting later!"
"You attend it. I’m going to find my mom." He quickly disappeared at the doorway.
Finn Morgan was stunned, feeling that he hadn’t changed, and the mory loss didn’t affect his decision to reject Monica Usher.
Not liking soone ans you won’t like them anyway, right?
The Lamborghini drove towards Clearwater Bay.
Justin Kingston sat in the back seat of the car, his expression cold as ice, aloof and noble.
At this mont, Anton Miller’s car stopped by the riverside.
The window rolled down, and the cool river breeze breezed in, unable to smooth out his frown.
"Do you like her?"
"Have you fallen for Mia Lane?"
Monica Usher’s words echoed in the air, lingering by his ears.
Anton Miller did not dare to admit it, yet he felt a sudden realization. Was he so angry yesterday because he had fallen for her?
Seeing her wronged, he almost wanted to tear the other person apart, not caring who they were.
Anton Miller had never been angry for a woman before.
He had fallen for Mia Lane... and only realized it now.
A woman who had given birth to two children for soone else could captivate him; Anton Miller thought he was crazy.
He needed so air and needed to calm down.
The Lamborghini quickly stopped in the yard of Clearwater Bay, and after regaining his senses, Justin Kingston got out of the car.
Sipping tea on the living room sofa, Kristina Kingston felt a slight tightness in her chest — visiting on a weekday? It couldn’t be good.
So, she ntally prepared herself.
"Mom, there’s sothing I want to tell you." Upon entry, Justin Kingston spoke directly, his voice not loud but very firm, "I don’t want to get married."
"You’re 38, and although you look young, your actual age is apparent." Kristina Kingston’s face was cold and solemn, "You have to listen to on this. I have heart disease, and if you refuse again, I’ll refuse to take my dicine!"
"..." Justin Kingston looked at her in disbelief.
Her expression was equally firm, as if there was no room for negotiation.
Then, oppressive silence filled the living room.
After all, she was his own mother, and Justin Kingston could not bear to see her die in front of him.
As her son, he could only compromise and try to reason with her, "You know I’ve lost my mory and don’t rember her. Marrying her now is like marrying a stranger. Have you considered my feelings?"
"I have evidence proving you know each other well," she said, "I have video and photo evidence, you are not strangers."
"She’s shown them to ." Justin Kingston frowned lightly, "But she still feels like a stranger to . If I married her, having her beside in bed would feel uncomfortable."
"Then why don’t you go on a trip first, spend a month together day and night, and you can take the wedding photos while you’re there? We also need to display photos at the wedding venue, making a poster background."
"..." He was truly at a loss for words, "You’ve thought of everything."
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