Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628 

Morwen got into Kenneth’s car. 

They thought everything would go smoothly this time, but the car was stopped when they reached the checkpoint at the hotel entrance, 

Kenneth, who had an invitation and was on the guest list, was allowed to enter. But Morwen wasn’t. 

Being stopped in public made Kenneth’s face darken immediately. With a sharp tone, he asked, “Why?” 

After all, Morwen was someone he had brought, and blocking her was a direct insult to him. 

“Mr. Harper, this is a rule set by Mr. Hampton,” the well–trained man in suit replied. 

The implication was clear. If Kenneth had a problem, he should take it up with Richard. Otherwise, there was no way the guard would let him cross the gate. 

Kenneth’s face turned grim. 

In Lovell City, no one dared to defy Richard. 

The guests who came were all incredibly wealthy and powerful. Every single one of them was a titan of their fields who could shake the world with a single move. Yet even they had to follow Richard’s rules, let alone Kenneth. 

In comparison, he was insignificant. 

The staff reminded him with an expressionless face, “Mr. Harper you’re welcome to enter, but if you insist on bringing someone uninvited, we’ll be forced to take stronger measures.” 

The situation was tense. 

Kenneth turned to Morwen and said coldly, “You’ll have to figure this out yourself.” With that, he drove into the hotel alone. 

Morwen was seething with rage and cursed, “Damn it!” 

She had made it all the way to the entrance and was just one step away, but she couldn’t even get in. 

Morwen regretted waiting until the day of the wedding and not going to Richard the previous night. 

She had lost her advantage, and it would be extremely difficult to remedy the situation. However, it was not entirely impossible. 

A cold smile appeared on Morwen’s face as she turned and left the hotel entrance. 

She found a quiet and secluded spot and took a sharp fruit knife out of her bag. 

The side effect of the Double Love Poison was that all pain would be shared. If Morwen was injured, Richard, who had also taken the poison, would feel it too. 

Even if she couldn’t get inside for the time being, she would make sure the wedding reception wouldn’t proceed smoothly. 

With gritty determination, Morwen slashed deep into her fair arm with the knife. Blood poured out. 

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Inside the hotel, Richard had just finished getting dressed. His handsome face was as calm and elegant as ever. However, as he fastened the last button on his shirt, his hand paused briefly. 

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Sidney and Garry were right next to him. Seeing that, they couldn’t help but tease him, “What’s the matter, Richard? Are you so excited you’re trembling?” 

The two of them laughed wickedly. Others might not be aware of how much the wedding meant to Richard, but Sidney and Garry knew very well. 

Richard had gone to great lengths, sparing no expense and even mobilizing his vast resources to lock down the entire hotel, just to give Tiffany a grand and perfect wedding, 

Under such circumstances, even if the usually unflappable Richard lost his composure for the first time, they wouldn’t find it surprising. 

Richard paused for a brief moment but quickly regained his composure. His expression remained sharp, and his demeanor was commanding. Every move he made exuded grace and elegance, radiating a powerful and dignified presence. His calm and refined features showed no trace of the momentary lapse, as if it had never happened. 

Ignoring Sidney and Garry’s jokes, Richard turned and walked out. It was time to see his bride. 

Tiffany was already dressed in her wedding gown, with her hair and makeup perfectly done. 

When Richard reached the door, it opened just in time. The makeup artists and stylists exchanged glances, giggling quietly as they stepped aside. “Mr. Hampton, Mrs. Hampton is ready.” 

“Hmm.” Richard responded with a nod, his gaze fixed solely on Tiffany. 

Standing under the lights in her wedding dress, Tiffany looked like a celestial being descended to earth–pure, radiant, and breathtakingly beautiful. 

Richard’s admiration was unguarded. With a casual wave of his hand, his staff immediately handed a generous pay check to the makeup artists and stylists. 

Once everyone left, it was just the two of them. 

Tiffany blinked and looked at Richard, who was walking toward her with steady steps. She chuckled softly and asked, “Do I look good?” 

“Of course,” Richard replied, a slight smile playing on his lips as he bent down to take her hand. 

The wedding reception was about to begin. 

As they walked out together, Tiffany couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face. But halfway through, she suddenly noticed something and asked in surprise, “Why are your hands so cold?” She reached out with both hands, trying to warm his. 

Richard laughed softly and reassured her, “I’m fine.” 

Finally, the sound of celebratory trumpets echoed, followed by the ringing of the Lovell City church bells. The time had arrived. Fireworks lit up the clear sky, sparkling like an endless river of stars. 

Inside the beautifully decorated and lavish hotel, all the guests had taken their seats. A world–famous orchestra began playing a romantic wedding melody. 

As far as the eye could see, flowers were scattered, and two elegant figures appeared, walking slowly.