Barbara hurriedly helped her up, gently patting the creases on her wedding dress.
Monica Usher forcibly suppressed her heartache, her lips curving upward, "Let’s go! We’ll drive too." Her eyes flashed with a determined light.
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The mist in Monica’s eyes dissipated as she recalled the long, imposing wedding procession heading to the ceremony. She tried hard to calm her emotions.
Just treat it as handling a public relations crisis.
"President Usher... maybe we shouldn’t go..." Barbara was quite timid, feeling that since CEO Kingston had gone this far, there was surely no room for maneuver, and going would only embarrass herself.
"Go." She gritted her teeth, lifting her skirt and striding towards the door, "I know he won’t marry me, I don’t hope for him to marry me anymore."
"Then why are you going?!" Barbara was anxious, "Can’t you be a bit more clear-headed?!"
"To give my blessings, of course! I’ve loved him for so many years, I must at least say goodbye, right?"
Barbara didn’t believe her, "You... you... you should change out of the wedding dress first."
"Why should I change? I want to give them an unforgettable wedding!" Monica raised her tone, her eyes already filled with a light of hatred; she must tear Mia Lane apart personally!
Why did Justin Kingston lose his memory yet still love her?
Why, after accompanying him for so many years, couldn’t she earn even a glance from him?
"Are you coming or not?" Monica turned at the door, "Or should I go alone?"
"President Usher, please calm down..."
"I am very calm." Saying that, she lifted her skirt and stepped out.
Barbara had no choice but to follow.
The Lamborghini, decorated in pink, moved forward smoothly. Remarkably, the entire car was covered in lollipops, making it a moving lollipop car.
"I didn’t expect you to be so down-to-earth." Mia observed that he didn’t feel any distress over his luxury car.
He smiled, "Many children from Sunshine Village are here; these are all for them."
A long line of wedding cars followed behind the Lamborghini, filled with villagers from Sunshine Village, her family.
There were alert and spirited eighty-year-olds, and even three-year-olds who had once played with Gigi and Dolly.
Everyone was dressed in the new clothes they would only wear for New Year’s, looking joyful and content.
"Why am I so excited about the village chief’s wedding?" Aunt Zhang couldn’t help but say, "I feel like I’m the one getting married!"
Uncle Lee teased, "You weren’t even this excited for your own wedding! Have you forgotten?"
"Oh right! I wasn’t nearly this excited back then. I was so clueless, I just married Gabriel because he seemed honest."
"Aunt Zhang, this car is so spacious and comfortable! What’s it called again? Little Gabriel just told me, but I forgot—look at my memory!"
"It’s called a Volvo, costing several million each. People like us will probably only sit in one once in a lifetime."
"No way, if you want to sit in one, just ask the village chief!"
"My goodness, this wedding is spectacular, like a dream! The village chief must have done a lot of good in her past lives to marry such a wealthy man."
"Right? He’s the CEO of the Kingston Group, the top executive! With money and power, he’s practically the emperor of Riventhal."
"I’ve always felt that Gigi and Dolly were extraordinary; their cleverness is not something our kids can compare to. It’s all hereditary, solving the mystery."
In the bridal car in front.
Mia sat next to Justin Kingston, who held her hand, warmth from their palms spreading, bringing them closer to happiness...