Chapter 1657:
“Bring me along to the Ford family’s wedding party,” Jonathan demanded.
This took Jolene by surprise.
“What are you plotting?”
“To offer my congratulations, naturally,” Jonathan responded, retrieving a vial from the drawer and tossing it toward her.
“Consider this a trade.”
Jolene caught the vial reflexively.
Cradling it in her palm, her expression shifted through a myriad of emotions.
Jonathan, uninterested in further discussion, nodded to Bleacher.
“She’s leaving,” he said icily.
As she slipped the vial into her pocket and exited the bar, Jolene’s eyes landed on Waldo by his car. She paused, and then, with a brief hesitation, approached him.
“What a coincidence.”
“I’ve been waiting here for you,” Waldo confessed.
His words sent a jolt through her heart.
As Jolene remained silent, Waldo gestured toward the car.
“Come on, I’ll drive you home.”
Reluctantly, Jolene shook her head.
“No…”
However, catching Waldo’s unwavering look, she realized resistance was pointless. She sighed and climbed into the vehicle.
To avoid any harsh exchanges, she reclined against the window, pretending to sleep by closing her eyes.
Waldo focused on the road ahead, though his eyes occasionally strayed to Jolene. He clenched the steering wheel tighter, and amidst the prolonged silence, chose to remain quiet.
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Time swiftly passed, and soon it was the day of Jules and Rachel’s wedding.
The alliance between the Ford and Astley families was widely known. Their union sparked significant buzz in political and business realms, leading to speculation that the Ford family’s reach had expanded beyond Lyhaton.
The event was hosted at a Ford Group hotel.
From early morning, several roads were closed off, balloons adorned the streets, and even public transport vehicles sported festive decorations.
A procession of luxury cars filled the streets, with helicopters circling above to keep order, crafting a scene unlike any other.
The live stream was abuzz with comments about the sheer opulence on display. For many watching, this was the closest they’d ever get to brushing shoulders with the elite.
By ten o’clock, guests started arriving at the hotel, greeted warmly by Jayden and Chelsea, the groom’s parents.
Meanwhile, in the dressing room, Rachel sat before the makeup mirror, dressed in her white wedding gown, as the makeup artist skillfully enhanced her features.
Her mother, Elaine Astley, watched silently from behind, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Why the tears on your daughter’s big day?” Rachel’s father, Harold Astley, gently scolded, his eyes not quite dry either.
“I just can’t bear to let her go.” The thought of her daughter marrying so far away overwhelmed Elaine, causing her to tear up again. She dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief and, gathering herself, presented a wooden box.
“This is from your grandmother.”
Rachel was taken aback by the bracelet inside.
“This is Grandma’s most treasured bracelet. Why would she…”
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