Chapter 917
Along the way, throngs of reporters had holed themselves up in various spots, waiting to pounce on the couple.
“Mr. Ford, will the wedding continue?”
“Who are you marrying? Ella or Guinevere?”
“Who‘s the woman in your arms?”
Another reporter came up, asking, “Are you holding Ms. Ella?”
“A correspondent saw Guinevere wearing a wedding dress, waiting in the auditorium. May I ask which woman you‘re supposed to marry?”
“Some from the inner circle have revealed that on the wedding invitation, Ms. Ella‘s name was written. So why did Ms. Guinevere appear in the auditorium wearing a wedding dress?”
At the barrage of interrogative questions, Stella‘s eyes quickly darkened.
She never regretted running away.
Even if she didn‘t run away, she would‘ve faced such humiliation anyway.
When Weston agreed that Guinevere would come to the wedding, she should have expected such a scene.
Waiting for him in the auditorium wearing a wedding dress?
It was ridiculous to think about it.
At this time, she was tightly wrapped in a suit and leaned against his chest, unable to see the man‘s instantly chilling eyes and the cold aura around his body.
Ice–blade–like eyes swept over the reporter just now. “What did you say?”
The reporter was taken aback by his look.
But in the spirit of professionalism, he still bit the bullet and questioned back,
“At the previous engagement banquet, didn‘t the love triangle between you, Ella and Guinevere come to an end? Who does your heart belong to now?”
A bold reporter rushed in and asked,
“Do you want to hold a three–person wedding and bring these two beauties home openly and honestly?”
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