Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 160

The anonymous message Annie received read, "Chain collision on East District Expressway. License plate 7GZ402. Owner: Irene Steward."

Annie's mind instantly went blank. The phone slipped from her slightly trembling fingers and hit the carpet heavily with a muffled thud.

Her pupils constricted suddenly. She couldn't believe it.

How could Irene be in a car accident?

She was supposed to be at the Steward residence that day, with Gary driving her straight to the hotel.

Annie frantically picked the phone up off the floor. Her fingers were shaking so much that she could barely tap on the screen. She dialed Irene's number first.

"I'm sorry, the person you are calling is not available. Please try your call again later."

She immediately dialed Gary's number. The result was the same—no answer.

How could this be? Why could she not reach either of them?

Annie completely lost her composure.

Irene was the most important person in the world to her. She was her only weakness. She dared not imagine what would happen if something happened to her.

Annie shot up from the chair.

Without a second thought, she tore at the wedding dress she was wearing. She hurriedly changed into the spare casual clothes nearby, not even stopping to undo her hair. Still wearing the delicate hair accessories, she stumbled toward the back door of the dressing room.

She couldn't go through the main entrance—it was full of guests, and Christian.

Running to the door, Annie suddenly remembered something and panickedly took out her phone again. She opened the chat with Christian. Her fingertips trembled as she typed a line of words.

"Grandma is in trouble. Can we postpone the wedding?"

She didn't even have time to check whether the message had gone through before pushing open the back door and rushing out. The corridor was dimly lit, and she was moving too fast to clearly see the figure ahead.

Then, she crashed heavily into a solid embrace. The other person was quick to catch her teetering body.

The collision left Annie feeling dizzy. She looked up, about to apologize, only to freeze when she finally saw the face before her.

The black sedan let out a low roar, quickly merged into the traffic, and sped away.

Meanwhile, the wedding march began to play melodiously. Thunderous applause erupted from the guests.

Christian stood at the end of the stage, covered in white roses. He wore a custom-made black tuxedo, his posture as straight as a pine tree.

His gaze remained fixed on the closed white archway. He had looked forward to this wedding for too long. As long as Annie was willing, he would keep up the act with her for a lifetime.

Christian's fingers curled slightly at his side, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

As for his phone, he had handed it to his assistant for safekeeping before the ceremony began, unwilling to let anything disturb the moment meant for him and Annie.

As a result, the plea for help Annie believed she had sent was fated to vanish into the ether.

Just then, there was a slight stir at the hotel entrance.

Christian looked to the side and saw Gary carefully supporting Irene as they slowly walked into the venue.