Chapter 54
Agnes was sitting there, all chilled.
The feast kicked off in no time.
With the music blaring, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly dimmed. Jenny, arm in arm with Elton, strolled up to the stage along a plush, rose–red carpet.
Jenny had switched to an uber–luxe wedding gown.
Both of them were total lookers and seemed like a match made in heaven.
Agnes overheard some hushed whispers from the next table: “Who’d have thought Elton would pop the question so young? I wonder whose daughter this Jenny is. I haven’t seen her folks around.”
“I reckon they’re tying the knot ‘cause they’ve got a bun in the oven. Why else would they get engaged before even graduating?”
“I heard Elton was once betrothed to the Pritchard family’s daughter. The Taylors and the Pritchards have always been thick as thieves, but there were no Pritchards in sight at Elton’s engagement today.”
Jenny and Elton were now on stage.
The host asked some questions about their love story, all in good humor.
But most of the time, it was only Jenny answering. Elton was giving her the cold shoulder.
Agnes couldn’t shake the feeling that Elton’s eyes were glued to her.
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The host announced the start of the feast, and the big screen behind the stage started rolling photos of Jenny and Elton.
Just as Elton and Jenny were about to leave the stage, a recording suddenly blared from the big screen: “Patrick, I need you to forge a six–week pregnancy result for me. I’ll give you half a million, but you must keep it confidential.”
“Jenny, we’re doctors. We can’t do that.”
“I’m telling you, with that result, I can marry into the Taylor family. Once I become their daughter–in–law, I’ll hand over five percent of the Taylor Group’s shares to you. Think about it; this could be the fortune you could never earn in your lifetime.”
“But the result is a lie, Jenny. How can you marry into a rich family based on a lie? If it gets out, wouldn’t it implicate me and the hospital?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll need you to stage a fake miscarriage for me. If I didn’t have the confidence, would I come to you? Isn’t the billions of assets in the Taylor Group worth you taking a risk?”
The entire banquet hall fell into pin–drop silence. The host was taken aback and flummoxed.
Jenny’s face turned ashen. She was frozen. Because the voice in the recording was hers.
She was just interacting with the host, and now the dialogue in the recording was too damning.
All eyes were on her.
The banquet hall was thick with tension.
“What the hell is going on? Mr. Taylor’s bride’s name is Jenny, right?”
“That voice in the recording sounds exactly like the bride’s.”
“Holy cow, this woman actually schemed her way into marrying Mr. Taylor. Total brainbox.”
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