William Foster didn’t even bother to call him personally, just had his secretary pass on a message, thanking him for connecting them and casually inviting him to the wedding.
This cold approach made him feel furious, as if William Foster had no regard or respect for him whatsoever.
The word sounded so ironic at this moment.
If he were truly grateful, why not just write off the debt directly?
That debt, now like a growing snowball, was getting bigger and bigger, almost swallowing up all of Samuel Grant’s hopes.
Every time he thought of it, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness, like being tightly pressed by a mountain, even finding it hard to breathe.
He both hated Clara Bennett for taking so much money from him and envied William Foster for marrying her.
Back then, she was just a small passerby in his life, and now she had become his little aunt, making Samuel Grant feel like he had lost a crucial battle.
Even stranger was that he hadn’t paid much attention to Clara back then. But now, thinking she had become his uncle’s wife, he was particularly unwilling to accept it.
Every time this thought crossed his mind, it felt like someone was sprinkling salt into his heart, unbearably painful.
He was so annoyed that he drank madly at home.
Only under the influence of alcohol could he temporarily forget the current predicament.
Daisy Stone looked at his drunken appearance with disgust and disdain, not even bothering to glance at him directly.
Unexpectedly, Samuel Grant, overwhelmed with emotion, shouted at her, "It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t butted in, tomorrow would have been Clara’s and my big day!"
His tone was full of blame and anger, as if all misfortunes were caused by her.
Daisy Stone smirked coldly: "You were the one with a wife at the time, pestering me shamelessly. And now, you’re turning it around on me?"
Her words were full of contempt for Samuel Grant’s inconsistent words and actions, blatantly expressing her dissatisfaction and disdain.
Her voice was high-pitched and agitated, losing all her usual calm demeanor, leaving only overwhelming resentment and uncontrolled emotion.
Daisy Stone sneered sarcastically: "Fine, blame it all on me, alright? If you’re really capable, stop drinking here. Have the guts to crash the wedding! Oh, right, I almost forgot, the groom is both your creditor and your uncle. Do you have the guts to disrupt it? Coward!"
Every sentence was like fiercely stabbing Samuel Grant’s heart, hurting his last shred of dignity.
Hearing this, Samuel Grant’s anger flared: "Who are you calling a coward!"
He abruptly stood up, glaring at her, as if ready to rush over and start a fight any second.
Daisy Stone retorted sharply: "I’m talking about you! Aren’t you a coward? When your brother was alive, you didn’t even dare to look at me directly. When he became a vegetable, you dared to lay a hand on me. And Clara Bennett, she married your uncle, and you didn’t even dare to make a peep. Isn’t that cowardice?"
Her gaze was cold, openly showing her disdain and disgust, as if the Samuel Grant in front of her was a weak and incompetent coward.
Samuel Grant, provoked to the brink of madness, shouted, "It’s just crashing a wedding, right? I’ll call Clara right now! Tell her not to marry William Foster, she’s most in love with me! As long as I speak up, she will definitely come back!"
His voice was sharp and frenzied, like a madman who’d lost his mind.
Samuel Grant shakily took out his phone to dial, his hands trembling violently, only to find out he’d been blocked.
This made him even more anxious and angry, on the verge of collapse.
Unwilling to give up, he used the landline at home to call, and the call went through.
He took a deep breath, barely steadying his emotions, trying to persuade the person on the other end of the line.
But as soon as he started saying Clara shouldn’t marry while drunkenly suggesting they start over, Clara chuckled lightly on the other side: "Samuel Grant, I’ve recorded this call. Get ready for the legal consequences."
Her voice was calm and decisive, leaving him no room at all.
After speaking, she decisively hung up, not wanting to waste another moment on this jerk.
Throughout the entire process, her tone remained completely steady, treating him as if he were air.
To Clara Bennett, Samuel Grant’s drama was just the wind blowing past her ear, not affecting her mood at all.
The next day, Clara Bennett and William Foster’s wedding went on as scheduled.
The wedding venue was decorated with magnificence and solemnity, every detail filled with festive atmosphere.
That day, the three Bennett brothers coaxed their elderly father out to work early, but actually took leave to come back and help.
They worked together, from decoration to reception, making every effort to ensure that the wedding proceeded smoothly.
Meanwhile, Clara Bennett was quietly preparing for her departure in the villa.
In the mirror, she looked exceptionally beautiful and stunning, her eyes brimming with happiness and anticipation.
A fiery red wedding dress embroidered with golden phoenixes and flowers, each bird and flower vividly alive, radiating dazzling light.
This wedding dress wasn’t just exquisite attire but a symbol of the joy of the nuptials.
The paired phoenix coronet was inlaid with jewels, exquisitely crafted.
The various gemstones shone brightly, highlighting Clara Bennett’s noble elegance.
The makeup artist carefully painted a floral ornament on her forehead, moving with skill and precision.
She couldn’t help but praise: "The Young Madam is naturally noble, only a little touch-up and she is already incomparably beautiful."
Her words were filled with admiration and praise, letting people feel the strength of beauty.
Clara Bennett looked at herself in the mirror, lightly curling her lips into a faint smile: "I never liked heavy makeup."
Her smile was full of confidence and softness.
Her features were already exquisitely beautiful, needing no embellishment, as if a perfect painting, with heavy makeup only covering that natural beauty.
The makeup artist, perceptive, used only light techniques on her face to enhance the radiance of her complexion, finishing off with a touch of vivid red lip color, making her lips even more enticing and beautiful.
On this day, Clara Bennett truly brought her beauty to its peak.
She was dressed in the traditional phoenix coronet and rosy wedding attire, the red complementing her snow-white skin, making her look as if she’d stepped right out of an ancient painting, transcending time and space.
This transcendent beauty was incomparable, even to ancient empresses marrying emperors.
Standing there quietly, she couldn’t help but ponder a question: what would William Foster look like in ancient attire?
This question instantly piqued her interest.
Clara Bennett had often read various online novels before, where such characters frequently appeared in stories.
Outwardly flawed or unwell, but actually extremely intelligent and capable, adept at strategizing the whole picture - typically characterized as "beautiful, strong, and tragic."