Chapter 465


    No one knew who was on the other end of the phone. I t seemed like a friend because his expression


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    appeared gentle.


    Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it had been for days. Early in the morning, Summer went to the


    dressing room and started with her makeup.


    Grace and Sherman had arrived too. Grace did not look quite well, while Sherman seemed a lot calmer


    in contrast.


    "What happened to you?" Sherman looked at Grace. " You appear to be in a bad mood."


    "It''s that old guy from the Morgan family! There are so many rules that he can publish a book about


    them already. Everything I do is not good in his eyes. He''s always trying to find fault with me." Sitting on


    the couch, Grace fumed with rage as soon as she spoke about it.


    "That''s how it is after marriage. You don’t get to do things the way you want. You should also work on


    your temper. The more rules they have, the more you just have to take it as a learning point."


    While she ran through her shiny curly hair, Grace''s red lips formed into a smirk, and she sarcastically


    replied, "Everyone says that the Morgan family''s business is huge. Yet, that Mrs. Morgan is stingy on a


    whole other level. During our wedding, she gifted me a bracelet that was a family heirloom. I only got to


    wear i t for a day. Then, she took it back and put it on her granddaughter''s wrist."


    "I thought the Morgan family only had one son?"


    Grace sneered. "It''s her daughter''s daughter. It''s just a bracelet anyway, I don''t need it. Even if it''s an


    antique, I still don’t need it. What I don’t like is the person''s way of doing things. You gave it and then


    took it back again, what is the meaning of that? Why not just keep i t in the first ce? Was she trying


    to assert her position in the family as soon as I entered? Sheins that my outfits are too


    revealing and udylike. For Christ''s sake, it''s the 21st century already. Does she think that this is the


    baby boomer era? A schr-gentry family, acting like ady..."


    Sherman pped her hands a few times and hinted with her eyes. After all, it was Summer’s wedding


    day. It was not the time for her to rant andin.


    "I''m sorry, I didn''t control my emotions well." Grace took a deep breath.


    At that moment, someone knocked on the door.


    Sherman looked at the time. "It''s seven now. Could it b e Dean?"


    While she spoke, she opened the dressing room door and was stunned. She was about to say "Dean,"


    but she could no longer speak. ''What is this guy doing here?’


    "What happened?" Summer looked at Sherman in a puzzled manner. Why did she suddenly freeze


    there?


    Then, Grace followed her gaze. When she saw who had arrived, she was in shock as well. ''Why is


    Mark here?''


    He was still wearing that ck suit from the other day. Days of being emaciated made his facial


    features look tougher, deeper, and more good-looking.


    Ignoring Sherman, Mark lifted his long legs and walked in immediately. His eyes naturallynded on


    Summer.


    Sure enough, Summer was also taken aback by his presence. She immediately regained her senses."


    What are you doing here?"


    Mark’s eyes glinted with a cold light and narrowed slightly. He stared at Summer coldly for a second.


    Then, his tall figure moved forward. Without a word, h e carried Summer on his shoulders and walked


    out of the room.


    Initially, Sherman and Grace were stunned. After they regained their senses, they immediately followed


    from behind. However, before they could get close to Mark, a few men in suits came forward and


    stopped them.


    Being carried on his shoulders, Summer wriggled, struggled, and pped his shoulders. “Put me down


    now. Mark, you''re crazy!"


    Yet, Mark did not care about her and put her in a ck


    Bentley. Then, the car drove off.


    He brought her to the vi at Pine Hills and closed the doors. Mark ced her inside the vi and sat


    on the couch on one side.


    "Mark! Let me go, it''s my wedding day!" She was angry and anxious.


    Yet, Mark looked very cold. Then, his deep voice rang out, "I know it’s your wedding day. You don''t


    have to remind me again and again."


    "Then, what are you doing right now?"


    "Isn’t it obvious? I’m kidnapping the bride!” Mark answered while he raised his brows.