"Fine. I'll see you later," said Donna. She smiled at Sheryl and went back to the hall. As Donna walked out of sight, Sheryl's eyes fell on Holley. Although she was being held back by the tall, hefty men in black, she was acting aggressively and was cursing them.
Heaving a deep sigh, Sheryl made her way to Holley and stood in front of her. Holley let out a defiant laugh. She looked daggers at her sister and asked sarcastically, "Why are you here? Did you come to laugh at me?"
As Sheryl remained silent, she reprimanded, "I've lost everything. You caused all of this."
Sheryl gave Holley a sharp glance and said in a calm tone, "I am not here to bicker with you."
She rolled her eyes slightly at her sister's scorn and went on, "There is no way that you can barge into that hall. If you really care about George, go to his house and wait for him outside. He will be going back home after the ceremony. You might get a chance to talk to him there."
Holley raised her eyebrows in suspicion and Sheryl sighed, "You shouldn't have done all those stupid things."
"What do you want?" Holley asked skeptically as she scowled at Sheryl. "Why are you telling me this now?"
"Don't get me wrong. I am doing this for myself," Sheryl replied calmly. "My job was to stop you from ruining the wedding. And now that you can't break into the hall anymore, my job is done. After the wedding is over, you can do whatever you please. You are my sister, after all. So I wanted to do you one last favor."
She really hoped that Holley would put her past behind her and get George back.
But she knew that it was asking too much. That was never gonna happen. If Holley could let the hatred go, she and George wouldn't have ended up this way.
Sheryl gave Holley one last look and left her with that advice. She wanted her sister to face the truth and move on.
Sheryl turned around swiftly and walked towards the hall. There were several bodyguards watching Holley, so there was no way that her sister could break in to the hall.
The ceremony went on smoothly. Both the Han family and the Piao family were satisfied with the wedding. After a toast to the guests, George brought Sula to Sheryl. He beamed, "Sula and I should drink a toast to you."
With a surprised look on her face, Sheryl responded, "You are kidding!"
"No, I am serious," George said in earnest. Sula nodded her head and said to Sheryl, "Please don't be so formal with us. We had such a grand wedding and the credit is all yours."
Sheryl drew a diplomatic smile and replied kindly, "I'm flattered. I just did my job."
"Come on, Sheryl! Don't be so modest." With a genuine smile on his face, George raised his glass and toasted, "This is for you, Sheryl. Thanks to you, Sula and I had such a wonderful wedding."
With a slight blush, Sheryl gave them a wide smile.
She clutched the glass and drank the wine. Soon after, Sula's mother dragged her away to greet some guests, leaving George and Sheryl behind. He gave Sheryl a quick glance and asked hesitantly, "Did she come?"
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