Divorced the Cheat Married the Fleet (Camilla and Lance) novel Chapter 318

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From a distance, it looked like a sea of people, a hundred or more crammed together in the entrance. Carmen walked in with Daisy holding one hand and Davina’s little brother Neil clutching the other. She didn’t care about the mess in front of her. Like she owned the place, she swept an arm out wide and called, “Come on, everyone, just grab a seat.”

“Don’t be shy! It’s Davina’s wedding. From now on, I’m Barnard’s mother-in-law, I’m family now, I’m an elder! Sit where you want, make yourselves comfortable.”

After rounding up everyone else, Carmen gave Davina a look, impatient and sharp. “Why are you just standing there? Go get someone to serve tea to your uncles and aunts! This is your big day, can’t believe you didn’t even send a car to pick us up. You know how far we traveled to get here? It’s like you don’t even care.”

The Blair relatives stood out like a sore thumb among the tasteful decorations of the banquet hall. The atmosphere changed the second they walked in, suddenly turning the elegant space into something between a food court and a crowded bargain market.

Men were lighting up cigarettes without a thought, kids darted everywhere, yelling and tripping underfoot, and women were slowly circling the room, stuffing the decorative flowers into their purses as if no one could see.

It wasn’t just Calvin and the Carter family who stood there stunned. Even the seasoned journalists, who had seen everything, hesitated for a split second before hurriedly pulling out cameras and getting to work.

Was this really happening? This was headline material, the kind of chaos nobody would believe unless they saw it with their own eyes. Even if there was no big scoop, the scene alone would get more clicks than any gossip ever could.

Calvin came to his senses with a jolt. All pride and restraint disappeared as he shouted, “Security! Someone get security! Get these people out of here, every last one! Reporters too, tell them to go. This wedding is over! I’m done!”

He felt humiliated—flat-out embarrassed. If not for concerns about the Carter Group’s future, he would honestly have preferred to disappear on the spot.

The reporters were having a field day, cameras flashing as they filmed Calvin’s rage. Even as they were hustled toward the exit, a few managed to catch his furious face for the record.

The press had to think of their jobs in the end. Sensing how furious Calvin had gotten, they decided not to push their luck, picking up their things and slipping out quickly.