Chapter 170


    The Queen’s mother.


    Wearing fake.


    It was such a scandal!


    Some of the guests tonight were already unhappy with the choice of the Queen. They didn’t think an


    outsider like Harper deserved to marry their King, especially since that she was an outsider without


    any title or power.


    If they heard that the queen’s mother was carrying a fake handbag, they would definitelyugh their


    asses off.


    And it would piss Harper off greatly.


    Harper was the queen now. Hellen didn’t want to upset her powerful daughter!


    J stared at Hellen and chuckled, “So, are we going to have a problem?”


    Hellen swallowed, “…N–No.”


    “And your drinks?”


    Paul grabbed a ss and quickly took a sip, “It is fine.”


    “Good.” J smiled.


    They couple didn’t dare to say anything else. But they kept darting angry res at J.


    Just then, a servant by the door announced loudly:


    “-Ladies and gentlemen, The King and the Queen!”


    The heavy double door swung open with the organ pealing solemnly in the background. All guests


    turned around and looked towards the entrance.


    Lance and Harper walked in holding hands.


    Harper had changed out of her wedding gown and was now wearing an elegant, floor–length gown


    made from sumptuous, rose–colored silk.


    The gown fitted at the waist and featured a deep V–neckline and was adorned with hand–


    embroiderednce detailing that shimmered in the light.


    The long, flowing skirt added a touch of drama and sophistication.


    She essorized with a statement ne made from diamonds and pearls, which sparkled


    against the skin.


    Each of those diamonds was the size of a quail egg


    Apuse broke out in the ballroom. Harper smiled and nodded to all directions, her face radiant


    with delight andcency.


    “That is my daughter!” Paul said loudly amidst the apuse, “See? My daughter is the queen. I am


    your King’s father–inw!”


    Compared to Harper’s thrilled expression, Lance seemed less excited.


    He held Harper’s hand walking to the center of the ballroom and announced in a dull.


    voice:


    “-I present you, my Queen, Harper Diaz.”


    He let go of Harper’s hand as soon as he said that.


    The crowd apuded again. Many guests came forward to talk to the King and his newly crowned


    Queen.


    Paul and Hellen immediately abandoned their drinks on the counter and blended into the crowd.


    “Coming through!” Paul cried, pushing himself through.


    Hellen giggled stupidly behind his back, “Make way for the King’s mother and father–inw!”


    The crowd parted and they got up to the front.


    “My King!” Paul bowed to Lance in a dramatic manner, “It is such an honor to finally meet you.


    Harper said so many nice things about you…”


    “Mr. Diaz,” Lance nodded nonchntly.


    “And the wedding!” Hellen picked up the topic and gasped, “The wedding is just absolutely


    gorgeous! Oh my, I have never attended a fancier wedding before-


    “It is fancy because it cost a fortune,” said a voice behind their back.


    People looked to their back and saw Morgana walking up to them in a ming–red long gown,


    looking absolutely stunning.


    She had a mask over her face to cover the hideous birthmark on her face.


    “My King.”


    Morgana curtseyed to Lance casually andpletely ignored Harper’s presence. Hellen darted this


    beautiful woman a hostile re, “What do you mean ‘cost a fortune‘? My son–inw here is the


    King! He owns the entire rogue kingdom. Of course, he can afford it. It is so ungraceful of you to talk


    about money here, on my dear daughter’s wedding!”


    Morgana slowly turned to look at this woman.


    This woman, and the man stood by her, were her birth parents.


    The people who had abandoned her, cold–bloodedly.


    She had been preparing for this day since she heard that Harper was bringing her parents to this


    wedding.


    Hatred burned in her eyes behind the mask.


    These two deserved to rot in hell.


    “On the contrary, money is exactly what we need to talk about.”


    Morgana crossed her arms and let out a sneer:


    “Every penny spent on this weddinges from our national treasury. Your daughter insisted on


    having the best stuff on everything: brand–new silk bedsheet for everyone, tailored made guest


    nightrobes, redecorating the entire pce,


    exquisite jewelries for herself…We even paid for your clothes and essories for tonight, Mr. and


    Mrs. Diaz.


    “I have never seen the bill,” Lance said with a frown. “How much in total?”


    “50 million,” Morgana said coolly.


    “…50 fucking million?!”


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    Lance raised his voice furiously, “Why haven’t I heard about this before? Are we going to fucking


    drain our national treasury for this fucking wedding?!”


    Morgana shrugged, “I showed this bill to the Queen. Apparently, she believed that this is a money


    worth spending.”


    Harper’s cheeks seemed to be on fire.


    She gasped urgently to defend herself, “I–I know it is a lot. But this is our wedding! Once in a


    lifetime! 50 million is nothingpared to its significance…”


    “You are the one to say!” Lance red at her, “I already took me enough manpower to get your


    parents across the border. And 50 million spent on one night?! You have never contributed a single


    penny to this kingdom!”


    Harper looked as though she just got pped at the face.


    This was her big night. And every guest was staring at her. She could see the mockery in their


    eyes.


    She couldn’t be humiliated. At least not tonight!


    “Can you stop now?” she gritted, “Many of my friends in Riverside Pack spent millions on their


    weddings. Howe I didn’t see their husbandsin?”


    Lance sneered, “Oh now you think Riverside Pack is better? Then why don’t you go back there and


    see if Daran still wants you as his Luna?”


    Light snickers could be heard from the crowd.


    Most guests were gloating over Harper.


    None of them liked her very much.


    Morgana added, “Oh. And I do remember you saying that the bride’s side will be paying for half of


    this wedding, correct? So when can I receive that check from you?”


    Harper gulped nervously.


    But she couldn’t back down from this fight.


    She puffed her chest and snorted arrogantly, “25 million is nothing for my family! Mom, dad, write


    her a check”


    Paul and Hellen widened their


    eyes!


    shock.


    “B…But darling…” Hellen lowered her voice, her face ming red. “We don’t have that kind of


    money…”


    Paul nodded, “Yeah. Remember the tax issue we had in Riverside Pack? We haven’t sorted that


    problem yet… King Lance even paid out transportation to the border…”


    “All our houses and cars were confiscated by Daran’s Financial Minister…” Hellen scratched her


    head, “We were actually wondering if you could arrange a ce for us to stay at here…since we


    lost our house back home…”


    Harper widened her eyes, mortified.


    How was this even possible?!


    “Hold on a second, are your family broke?” Morgana raised an eyebrow, “Then howe when I


    brought the money issue to you, you told me not to worry about the money since your family wealth


    exceeded my imagination? Are those just big words?”


    The crowd jeered.


    Hellen’s body trembled. She could hardly hold her fake handbag, “How are you! And why are you


    trying to sabotage my daughter’s wedding? Are you the King’s whore? How give you a right to-”


    “I am the King’s Cab Minister.” Morgana eyed her icily, “So you better watch your tongue. Do not


    disrespect me.”


    Hellen quivered under her sharp gaze.


    Paul stuttered, “I–I am sure we can sort this out. My son–inw here is the King for Christ’s


    sake…”


    “Stop calling me that.”


    Lance redirected his freezing stare to Paul, “Everyone–including your


    daughter–refers to me as the King.”


    A gorgeous waltz music started to y in the background. Guests in the far distance came to


    gathered by the dance floor, waiting for the King and Queen to open tonight’s first dance.


    “Let us get this fucking thing over with first.” Lance hissed to Harper, “We will have a thorough


    conversation about thister.”


    Harper bit her lips holding the tears in her eyes.


    She gave her hand to Lance and let him drag her into the dancefloor.


    That bitch Morgana ruined everything!


    But it was OK. There was still time to fix this. She would enjoy the rest of her night and find a way to


    cool Lance’s furyter…She could do it…


    Harper took a deep breath and put on a forced smile.


    Yet before they could start dancing, a loud voice rose above the music and the chatters,


    announcing:


    “-Sir Edwin is here!”


    Hearing that, Lance immediately abandoned Harper in the dancefloor and rushed to the ballroom’s


    entrance.


    “Where are you going!” Harper cried to his back.


    There was amotion in the ballroom. Everyone was standing on their tiptoe gazing at the door


    as if somebody important was going to show up.


    J noticed this behind the bar.


    She turned to ask another servant behind the counter, “Who is Sir Edwin?”


    “You never heard of him?” the servant gave her a strange look.


    “No. Is he like a noble or something?”


    “Oh I forgot. You are from the other side of the border.” The servant giggled.


    He lowered his voice. And whispered to her in a mysterious voice:


    “…Then have you heard about the Lycans?”