Pockmark Face did not know what to do.
So I'm not marrying her now? It was all a dream then?
He wanted to grab Emmeline, but several bodyguards pinned him down.
"Don't even think of touching her!" Benjamin said coldly. "Here's 30 million dollars. Now get lost!"
"…"
"If you don't want to leave, you will die here!" Benjamin said sternly. The murderous intent in his eyes was palpable.
Eric, standing next to him, began to crack his knuckles.
"I'll leave!" Pockmark Face said. "You're not lying to me about the 30 million dollars, right?"
"You will receive the money, and not a cent less!" Benjamin nodded, and the bodyguards let the man go.
He had rushed to the banquet hall from the hospital, carrying a scalpel in his pocket. He was planning to cut his face up as soon as he entered the hall so he could take Pockmark Face's place on the altar.
He was too late. Abel was faster than him, and he had displayed his bloody face to everyone.
He felt sorry for Abel, but at the same time, he was moved by the gesture.
Benjamin heard someone clapping behind him.
He turned around and saw Waylon standing there.
"You're here too, Waylon," Benjamin said.
"Abel begged me to release him, so I did." Waylon smiled wryly. "I think he did the right thing to protect Emma."
"Mm." Benjamin nodded. He felt a lump in his throat.
"You'll announce the list of gifts later," Waylon said. "It is Emma's wedding after all, and her husband is Abel!"
"Yes!" Benjamin nodded and took the list from Waylon.
As the groom, Abel was dressed in a black suit and wore a black mask. He was stern and authoritative, yet noble and classy at the same time.
In his arms was Emmeline, who was elegant and beautiful.
Despite the sudden wedding, they were invariably moved.
Tears slid down Abel's face. His skin cracks stung, but he did not stop smiling.
He had never smiled as happily before.
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