"I don’t know," the person in the driver’s seat said cautiously, "there’s no movent yet, but a few cars have parked, and both the groomsn and bridesmaids have arrived."
"It’s okay, I can wait." Monica Usher couldn’t hide her excitent; as long as the wedding proceeded on schedule, it didn’t matter how long she had to wait.
"Call when they set off so I can prepare."
"Okay, President Usher."
The call ended, and Monica Usher’s restless heart was pounding. She felt inexplicably nervous; tonight she would stay at Erald Cove and share the sa bed with him.
This happiness felt unreal. She had yearned for this for over a decade, and finally, it had co true.
Clearwater Bay.
Kristina Kingston was also up. She put on a red, elegant matron dress.
The floral pattern was delicate, the gold-thread design fashionable, elegant, and tasteful.
This would be her first public appearance since the fire, and so rumors would be dispelled naturally.
One hour later—
Erald Cove, bathed in sunshine.
Ian Shelby and Finn Morgan also arrived. As groomsn, they wore matching white shirts, each looking more handso than the last.
In Ian Shelby’s eyes, Mia Lane, draped in her wedding dress today, looked even more refreshingly beautiful, like a fairy.
He’d always held a deep admiration for her, genuinely liked her, but had no inappropriate desires.
Finn Morgan’s gaze, however, was more focused on Hailey Hale. The way she was dressed today made her almost unrecognizable, like a different person.
Justin Kingston held Mia Lane’s hand, and they walked out of the living room together under everyone’s escort.
The Lamborghini door opened, and he carefully helped her into the car. Hailey Hale adjusted the train of her dress, becoming her close companion.
There were eight bridesmaids, the other seven all being company employees selected by Finn Morgan.
The scene was grand.
The young and beautiful bride...
The gentlemanly and handso groom...
The grand and romantic wedding car...
The whole setting was like a fairy tale, captivating.
Outside the courtyard, a man in a black sedan couldn’t believe his eyes at this sight!
How could there be a bride?
His heart panicked, he could barely hold his phone as he shakily dialed Monica Usher’s number and started the car. If he didn’t leave now, he’d be discovered.
In the apartnt.
The phone rang, and Monica Usher excitedly stood up, telling Barbara Sutton, "We can prepare to leave! The call ca! Justin Kingston is coming to pick up!"
"Alright!" Barbara Sutton made the final arrangents.
She answered the call, "Okay, I know! We are ready!"
"President Usher!" The other party hurriedly called, worried she would hang up, "There’s been a change."
Monica Usher’s heart sank heavily, suppressing her internal panic, "What?"
"..." The caller was silent, unsure how to convey the cruel truth.
"What’s changed?" Monica Usher’s heart trembled with fear, "Is he not coming?"
"The wedding car has already set off, but there’s a bride in the car," the caller explained, "heading to the wedding venue and won’t be coming to you."
"What do you an there’s a bride?" Shocked as if struck by thunder, the thought of Justin Kingston losing his mind flashed through Monica Usher’s mind, "Who is it?! Tell ! Who?!"
Without waiting for a reply, Monica Usher composed herself, her face pale, "Is it Mia Lane? Is it her?! It must be Mia Lane!"
"It was too far, I couldn’t see clearly, but I saw a woman in a wedding dress with a powerful entourage of bridesmaids and groomsn."
"..." Monica Usher’s heart sank to the bottom. She forced herself to suppress the panic in her eyes and instinctively looked at Barbara Sutton.
The phone slipped from her ear, and she collapsed onto the cold floor, unable to stop the tears from streaming down her face.
"President Usher!" Barbara Sutton went to support her, her heart sinking alongside. Who could withstand such a blow?
But Monica Usher was a person with a strong inner resolve! The more she couldn’t get it, the more she wanted it!
If she couldn’t have it, then Mia Lane shouldn’t either!
"Barbara, help up." Monica Usher swallowed her tears back down.
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