Inside the ballroom, Sharon was doing the final checks of the venue. She walked in sky-high heels, dressed in a tailored white pantsuit that hugged her figure. Her shoulder-length hair danced in the air as she flitted around the hall. It brought attention to the sparkling diamond earrings dangling from her ears. The moment Dylan saw Sharon, his gaze fell on her, mesmerized by her beauty. Dylan looked like a lovesick puppy. Thus, Kevan snapped a picture of Dylan on his phone. Sharon spoke to the staff milling around her with a walkie-talkie in one hand. She pointed to the misaligned lights on the ceiling with a frown. Kevan asked Dylan, "Should we go over to Sharon?" Dylan finally pulled his eyes away from her. Looking around the ballroom, he replied with an indifferent expression on his face, "There's no need. Let's find a place to sit down."Kevan raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you say that Sharon had called you three times? She must have had something urgent for you to do, don't
"You said you wanted my help?" Dylan looked around. The ballroom had already been set up and only needed some final touches. The hotel staff was busy, but everything was in order. It seemed that there was no need for his help. He furrowed his brows, and a sense of annoyance surged from within."Can you stop using these lowly tactics?" Sharon would go to any lengths to see him, just like before. His cold tone and disgusted gaze caught her off guard. Moments later, she smiled with a hint of sarcasm."It seems that you have overestimated your charm." She glared at Dylan. The rosy hue on her face faded as she spoke sarcastically. "It was your father's idea that you come here. Don't forget, we're a model couple in others' eyes. Or do you wish to let the cat out of the bag?"The essence of Dylan's marriage with Sharon was known to both families. They merely wanted the stability and business cooperation the marriage brought. They didn't care whether the two were happy with the arrang
As soon as Dylan and Kevan took their seats, one of the groom's relatives approached them. He offered them cigarettes, trying to get on their good side. "It's such an honor to meet you, Mr. Rogers, Mr. Shields," he said in a flattering way.Kevan remained aloof and motionless, leaving the person's hand hanging awkwardly. The atmosphere became somewhat uncomfortable.Dylan quickly but politely declined the offer. "Sorry, we don't smoke." Unlike Kevan's distant demeanor, Dylan continued to smile. This made him the primary focus of the conversation.The man was quite chatty and skilled at flattery. Dylan struggled to hold back his urge to send him away. Finally, he managed to find a tactful excuse to dismiss him.As he turned back, he caught Kevan's smug smile. His anger surged."It's all your fault. How can you still laugh about it?" he retorted."What's there to feel bad about?" Kevan replied, nonchalantly crossing his arms."He approached us because of you. And what di
As the wedding was almost about to start, the guests began arriving one after another. Kevan and Dylan got busy attending to them. Many guests recognized Kevan and wanted to establish rapport with him for future business opportunities. They offered him cigarettes and asked for photos together. Some even tried to set him up with someone.Initially, Kevan was willing to entertain them. He wanted to show courtesy for Dylan and the Davis family's sake. However, he was never known for his patience. Every guest from either side treated him like a sightseeing spot to tick off their list. He reached his limit. He excused himself to get some fresh air.The ballroom was spacious. He easily found an unoccupied corner with an open window. The cold breeze that drifted in brought some clarity to his thoughts.He glanced at his phone. There were no messages. His grip on the phone tightened as his heart also seemed to tighten. It had been four days since his return from Aldovia, and Larissa had n
Kevan's expression tensed up, thinking he had been discovered. However, when he turned to look at the corner where the voice came from, he saw no one."Just you wait! One day, I'll kill you!" Cody angrily shouted at thin air before storming off, clearly upset.As the footsteps faded away, Kevan let out a contemptuous chuckle. He wondered who would ultimately be the last one standing....When Kevan returned to the entrance of the ballroom, the newlyweds were there. They were busy greeting the guests. Their parents stood beside them. They expressed gratitude to every well-wisher.Kevan didn't recognize Lucas at first; perhaps due to the makeup or the fact that they hadn't seen each other in a long time. Compared to a few years ago, Lucas appeared more mature, with a hint of world-weariness. He no longer resembled the young, confident, and optimistic youth from the past.Kevan assumed that Lucas had faced some tough times running Torqua and that it had smoothed out his sharp edges.
Lucas' sincere attitude made Kevan's stone heart feel a little bit of guilt. When Kevan thought of what he had commanded people to do a few days ago, he did not dare to look Lucas in the eye. He only replied, "It's an honor to attend your wedding.""Kevan, thanks for coming. Thank you so much for your hard work." Walter Davis walked over and spoke with great cheer, the wrinkles on his face relaxing a great deal.The Davis family was friends with the Rogers family. The elders of both families interacted with each other frequently. Although Kevan did not like attending social events, he was still more familiar with Walter and Martha Barker in these circles."Dylan is working so much harder than me." Kevan pushed all the credit to Dylan in just a few words.Hearing this, Walter looked across the venue. Dylan was still busy welcoming guests and accepting gifts with Sharon as they stood side by side, looking like a perfect couple. He did not have any energy left to pay atten
The seats of the guests were planned beforehand because the plastic nameplates indicated where a person would sit at the wedding feast. Kevan's seat was arranged to be at the second table. Those sharing the table with him were immediate family members of the Davis family—likely Sasha's uncles and such.These people were already seated, and they naturally traded pleasantries with Kevan after seeing him come over.Kevan chatted aimlessly with them while keeping an eye on his phone. Suddenly, the phone vibrated. A WhatsApp message came through. "Mr. Rogers, she's at the main entrance of the Hall. The guards have stopped her."Kevan stared at the massage for two seconds, frowning slightly as he felt a little torn. Putting the phone down, he filled up his glass with water before taking a small sip.The chatter and laughter of the guests were right there, but he could not listen to any of it. He thought that this was only a business alliance in the form of marriage, but who knew that the
"We have something else we need to do." Dylan grabbed Kevan's arm.Kevan's voice was a bit hoarse, probably because he had not spoken in a while, so his voice changed rather unnaturally when he spoke up in response to what Dylan said.Sharon eyed Dylan's hand on Kevan's arm thoughtfully before nodding. She left.The moment Sharon left, Kevan removed his arm from Dylan's grasp, smoothing out the wrinkles in his sleeve with a disgusted frown on his face."Why don't I know that we have something else to do?" he asked in a low voice. It was at a volume that only he and Dylan could hear.Dylan's gaze on him was complicated. However, he did not say what he wanted to say originally because there were outsiders nearby. He only sighed softly and said, "Let's talk somewhere else."There were several lounges near the ballroom. They were originally meant for guests of the feast who came early. Now that everyone was already seated in the ballroom, the lounges were empty.Dylan pushed open th