Mike Cheal’s table was upied by a young uncle. Morris Cheal and Vivian Mond toasted with them, and finally their eyes fell on Mike Cheal.


    As the couple held their drinks, Morris Cheal said, “Thank you, Uncle Seven, for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my wedding with Vivian.”


    Even though there were dark waves between them, they had to maintain calm on the surface.


    Mike Cheal got up and clinked his ss with the two of them, a raw smile surfaced on his handsome face, “Congrattions, wishing you two an early baby and a good marriage for a hundred years.”


    “Thanks for the good advice, Uncle Seven.”


    Vivian Mond responded, ignoring Mike Cheal’s shady gaze.


    How in the world did that face manage to have a light smile on its face and a gaze that was shadowy and horrifying? It was aplete contradiction, which made his expression intriguing.


    Mike Cheal patted Morris Cheal’s shoulder after drinking from his ss, “When the banquet is over, you two have to stay and ‘clean up’.”


    The so-called ‘aftermath’, then in a warning Morris Cheal, as if to say: If you two couples leave now, then the scene will immediately be a bad fight.


    Morris Cheal raised an eyebrow and smiled, calmly, “That’s natural. For my wedding with Vivian, we should leavest.”


    “That’s good.”


    Mike Cheal answered, and sat down.


    Only as he sat down, his dark, ruthless eyes nced over Vivian Mond’s body.


    Vivian Mond happened to catch his expression, but just pursed his lips and smiled, not taking it seriously.


    He followed Morris Cheal to the next table, which was filled with Morris Cheal’s friends, some of whom Vivian Mond had not seen before, in addition to their good buddies.


    …


    After 2pm, the guests gradually dispersed.


    Morris Cheal arranged for someone to send Madame Cheal back, but Madame Cheal held Vivian Mond’s hand tightly and couldn’t stop smiling, “Vivian girl, you and Morris finally got married, grandma my wish is also fulfilled, hahaha… …”


    Although Madame Cheal was a little upset when Morris Cheal gave Vivian Mond an exorbitant bride price, but on second thought, The Mond family only has one daughter, Vivian Mond, and the money will be hers in the end.


    When she thought about it, the olddy was relieved.


    “Grandma, I haven’t seen you so happy for a long time.”


    Vivian Mond gave Madame Cheal a hug and then let her go, “You and Belle go back to the old house first, you’ve had a hard day.”Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    “Yes, yes, yes.”


    A red-faced Madame Cheal nodded repeatedly and left the hotel together with her maid Belle.


    The couple went to the door and watched the olddy get into the car and walk away, before their hearts fell.


    Next to them, Philip Dixon came out, always joking, he rarely showed a serious expression, “Madame Cheal will not be in danger, right?”


    “Mike Cheal does not have the guts to make a move on her yet.” Morris Cheal gaze into the distance, hanging at the side of the hand clutching Vivian Mond’s hand, a deep voice said.


    “Why?” Philip Dixon puzzled.


    “The old man hasn’t been in the limelight all these years, but it’s not like he’s dead. As long as he’s still breathing, he Mike Cheal wouldn’t dare to hurt her a hair.”


    “But how dare hey a hand on you?”


    Vivian Mond listened to Philip Dixon’s question and nced at him in disgust, “Because Morris is a stumbling block to his rise to the top, of course.”


    “Yo ho, Vivian, you’re getting smarter.”


    Philip Dixon raised an eyebrow and smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and the depths of his pupils wereden with thick worry.


    The first thing you need to do is to get back to the banquet hall, Houghton and Destiny came up to you, Morris Cheal’s steps were slow and he looked sideways at Vivian Mond beside him, his handsome face hooked up a curve, “You go back with Houghton Master and Destiny first, good boy~~”