At the entrance, he turned to the two bodyguards stationed there and instructed, "Keep a close watch."
"Understood."
As Aaron arrived at the hotel entrance, he immediately spotted William.
William was clad in a crisp white suit, seated in his wheelchair. His refined features basked in the sunlight, exuding a warmth akin to a gentle sunbeam. Yet, his eyes, deep and inscrutable, were like icy pools.
The two of them stood out starkly, one in black and the other in white, both exuding an equally formidable presence.
They instantly became the center of attention.
The crowd's gaze fell upon them, uncertain of whom to focus on.
"Mr. Vance, it's been a while," William greeted Aaron with a slight nod, taking the initiative to break the ice.
Aaron's cold eyes scrutinized William, "Mr. Grayson has been in Alderburg all along, so how could it possibly have been a while?"
William smiled faintly, "It seems Mr. Vance is well-informed about my whereabouts."
"Mr. Grayson seems to know quite a bit about my affairs as well. I didn't send Mr. Grayson an invitation, yet here you are at my wedding. Clearly, you take a particular interest in me."
The corners of William's lips lifted slightly, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes.
Aaron frowned, "What amuses Mr. Grayson so?"
William's smile deepened, "Nothing..."
He merely recalled Serena's comment about his excessive interest in Aaron.
Aaron, seeing the smile on William's face, felt an inexplicable irritation.
"Today is my wedding to Serena. If Mr. Grayson has come with good wishes, you are welcome. However," he narrowed his eyes, his tone turning icy, "Mr. Grayson, mind your own business."
With those words, Aaron turned and walked away.
William watched Aaron's retreating figure, pressing his lips together.
He wheeled himself slowly into the hotel.
Today, he had indeed come with blessings.
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