Chapter 322


    Chapter 322


    Upon that, Chris‘s face turned ugly investments are risky. Are you trying to use your daughter‘s


    marriage as a bargaining chip? Are you telling Weston to guarantee that you won‘t lose money?


    Impossible!


    “If they get married, it‘s only natural for both families to face the risks together!”


    Mr. and Mrs. Cohen exchanged a look. They had a mutual understanding of this.


    If Guinevere and Weston were not married, they could protect themself from the risk as only business


    partners. But if they got married, they would have to share all the losses.


    Their maximum benefit from this cooperation would remain unchanged in both scenarios. Therefore,


    getting a marriage license at this time would do more harm than good.


    Mr.Cohen fell into a short silence before exining, “We‘re not just looking at our risks and benefits, but


    for our daughter‘s happiness too.”


    Mr. Cohen cleared his throat and put on a stern face. “Let‘s put those aside for now. I don‘t think


    Weston has been very sincere about getting marriedtely, have you?”


    Guinevere‘s heart jumped, and she suddenly stood up. “Dad, how can you do this? You know how


    much I want to marry him!” She suddenly got a little worked up andined, “Isn‘t it just some risky


    investment? Our family can afford the risk!” “Shut up! It‘s not your turn to speak.” Mr. Cohen looked at


    her coldly. “You haven‘t even married him. Are you taking his side already?”


    Guinevere looked at him with red eyes and incredulity. It seemed that she finally woke up a little after


    all these years. Profit had always been the most important thing to her parents.


    As the capable heir of a big family, Mr. Cohen could make his decision quickly.


    “If Gwen were a little clear–minded, we wouldn‘t have to think so much. However, it seems like she has


    all her heart on you. Sometimes, it‘s hard to see who‘s,”


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    Wendy understood what Mr. Cohen was implying. She had to interject again, “What do you want now?


    We‘vepleted all the pre–marriage procedures. We‘re just waiting for the license. Are you calling it


    off now?”


    “No, but I think there‘s still room for discussion.” Mr. Cohen coughed lightly and added, ” We‘ll have to


    wait until the project in Fern City is finalized before further discussion.” Annoyed, Guinevere stood up.


    “Do you know how long that project will take? It‘ll take at least a year! Do you want me to wait for


    another year?”


    Mrs. Cohen loved her daughter and felt sorry for her. Mr. Cohen felt a little ufortable


    about this situation too. However, what else could he do? The stakes were too high. They could not


    afford to take this risk! “Your Dad‘s doing this for your own good.” Mrs. Cohen tried to persuade her.


    “You‘re not much different from being married now. You have Zack too...”


    “It‘s exactly because of Zack. He‘s young and doesn‘t know anything now. What will he think


    when he grows up and learns that his parents aren‘t even married?” The atmosphere became tense


    when she brought Zachary up.


    Mr. Cohen did not agree with getting a marriage license now. He turned to Weston and asked,” What


    do you think? This is your marriage with Gwen. It‘s actually up to you two.”


    He actually preferred Weston to protect the interests of the Cohen family. They wanted to benefit either


    way, regardless of the marriage.


    However, the Ford family would have to bear more risks in this case. He wondered if Weston was


    willing to make that concession.


    It was originally a win–win situation for both parties. Potentially, they even had more room for profit.


    He knew Weston was not a man who prioritized feelings over the business. He only cared about the


    benefits. Even Chris could not bend his mind. Despite that, Mr. Cohen hoped that Weston would give


    them a guarantee for Guinevere‘s sake.


    At that moment, all eyes were on Weston.


    There was a subtle change in his expression, but there was no hint of urgency. He rested his hand on


    the marble table and tapped his finger casually. A metallic shine reflected on his watch as everyone


    looked at him with expectant eyes.


    Atst, he only said indifferently, “Well, it‘s up to you.”


    Guinevere could barely hold back her frustrations. She clenched her fists and questioned,” This is


    between the two of us. Why should anyone else decide?”


    “Hasn‘t it always been our parent‘s decision?” Weston asked back, “If it were just between us, what are


    all thewyers here for today?” Guinevere‘s face turned red at his question. She was lost for words.