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