Marcellus got out of the car ostentatiously at the entrance of the hotel in an extended Bentley. He was wearing a light pink suit with a bow tie around his neck. His hair was neatly combed on the top of his head, shiny and shiny. His whole body was as straight as a strong tree.
He was the first person to appear at the entrance of the hotel. The reporters immediately raised their cameras and aimed them at the demon-like face...
"Are you here for the wedding today, Mr. Perkins?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Perkins, who are the guests of today's wedding?"
"Do you approve of the rumors about the wedding that conform to the principle of simplicity on the Internet, Mr. Perkins?"
"Hi, Mr. Perkins..."
Hearing the noise, Marcellus raised his hand and picked his ears as if he had been disturbed. He said slowly, "All right, all right, everyone is asking me, but I can't hear you clearly, right? Today is my good friend's wedding day. The hotel will give you wedding candies later. Don't be such a wet blanket, just leave."
After that, he turned around and entered the hotel under the escort of his bodyguards, leaving only a handsome back for everyone.
When the reporters saw them walking in without getting anything out of them, they complained in low voices, "What? He didn't say anything at all? He is too stingy..."
"All right, stop talking. You'll suffer again if he hears it later."
In the hotel, the banquet hall was full of guests. Everyone went from the underground garage to the first floor and then took the elevator here to avoid the reporters' bombardment.
There were 16 tables in the hall. Unlike the previous banquets, which were about 100 tables, there were not many people at this banquet. However, each of them was a big shot. It could be said that it was a great honor for Kevin and Marcellus to be arranged to sit at the table behind their relatives.
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