"July Quinn, let’s have a wedding."
This sentence slipped from Kyle Keaton’s mouth unconsciously.
Honestly, before meeting July Quinn, he didn’t understand why people would spend so much money and effort on a grand wedding.
But after meeting July Quinn, he understood.
It was to prove to the whole world that this woman belonged to him, discouraging anyone who coveted her.
"Let’s have one in Westmarch, one in Esteria. And then we’ll have one in my grandmother’s homeland, Aethelgard."
Yes, now he couldn’t wait to announce to the world that this woman was his wife.
All women have had fantasies about weddings.
July Quinn was no different.
But after agreeing, she continued to tug at Kyle Keaton’s loungewear, as if trying to pin him onto the sofa and get all cozy with him.
"What do you want to do?"
Kyle Keaton furrowed his brow; he wanted to share his plans for their wedding with July Quinn.
But why was this woman being so improper?
Did she not have any anticipation for their wedding at all?
Thinking of this, Kyle Keaton felt inexplicably frustrated.
Yet this inconsiderate woman ignored his feelings and continued her reckless behavior.
She even punched him when he tried to resist.
"Haven’t you heard of ’old married couple, take what you need’? Just go along with it!"
Kyle Keaton was annoyed; what sort of nonsense was that?
"Who’s the old married couple?"
If anything, they were newlyweds!
How long had they been indulging?
"Still pretending to be proper? Fine, I’ll find someone else."
July Quinn rolled off the sofa.
"You can only find me!"
Kyle Keaton immediately pulled her back onto the sofa, finding the right way to spend a beautiful night...
The next morning, July Quinn was woken by a phone call.
Last night, she and Kyle Keaton had been up until dawn, and had only just slept when the call came.
July Quinn’s tone was unpleasant: "Who is it? If there’s something to say, say it, otherwise don’t call."
"July, it’s Lynn Sawyer."
The gentle female voice on the other end made July Quinn take a moment to remember this was the champion of "Competition Dance," who had been somewhat famous until July Quinn exposed the program’s unethical editing, leading her to be ridiculed and nearly forgotten.
"Mr. Tate wants to meet you." Lynn Sawyer thought July Quinn would know who Mr. Tate was.
After all, for this season of "Competition Dance," Mr. Tate was the primary investor.
None of the artists participating in "Competition Dance" would pass up the chance to meet him.
Unexpectedly, July Quinn asked, "Mr. Tate? Who?"
"Timothy Tate. He’s the president of Artisan Entertainment!"
After explaining, Lynn Sawyer inwardly cursed July Quinn for pretending to be proper and high-class.
She absolutely did not believe that July Quinn didn’t know Timothy Tate.
July Quinn remembered that Artisan Entertainment was an entertainment company in Esteria, seemingly a top entity in Aphelion’s entertainment industry.
As for Timothy Tate himself, July Quinn had met him; he was just a big-bellied middle-aged bald guy.
What did the bald guy want with her?
Could it be he wanted the secret to her thick hair or wanted to discuss a partnership with Gala Entertainment?
Although the news of July Quinn completely controlling Gala Entertainment hadn’t been released yet, it wouldn’t be unusual for industry insiders to catch wind of it.
"Exactly, it’s him. He’s arranged to meet you at 8 o’clock tonight in box 1004 at the Old Place, don’t be late." Follow current novels on novel~fire~net
After speaking, Lynn Sawyer hung up directly.
July Quinn held her phone, frowning.
She couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination, but she felt Lynn Sawyer’s tone was full of resentment and hostility.