As Karina expected to coax a bit more out of Wilfred through the cracked door, he suddenly teamed up with his groomsmen, and together they pushed hard, forcing their way inside.

Even though it hadn't been long since they last saw each other, seeing him now in this setting felt completely different.

Dressed to the nines, holding a bouquet, and surrounded by a crowd cheering him on, Wilfred took one step at a time toward her. Karina's heart began to race.

Yvette stepped forward, blocking Wilfred's path with a playful smirk. "You think you can take our Karina this easily? Not a chance!"

With a snap of her fingers, the bridesmaids joined her, speaking in unison, "After you're married, who controls the finances?"

Wilfred glanced at Karina and confidently replied, "My wife does!"

The bridesmaids continued, "And who gets the final say at home?"

"Her, of course!"

Laughter filled the room, but the questions kept coming.

"Who's doing the housework?"

"I will!"

interrogation went on, with Wilfred answering question after question without

of questions, Yvette beamed and announced, "Congratulations! You passed

one step closer, only to block him again. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she said, "But words alone aren't enough. What if you

table from nowhere. On it sat a stack of papers and a

leaving a blank space in the bottom corner for Wilfred's

and then onto the papers, one after another. Their speed left Wilfred no time to even glance at the contents. He could only

they reached the final sheet,

second-what's this?" Wilfred

the pressure on his

his hand free, forming a fist as he turned to Yvette. "This

it?"

Yvette chuckled before speaking

"It's a contract promising doubled year-end bonuses. What do you

own groomsmen turned

hand to press it onto

*

caused such a ruckus in the bridal suite, it felt like

fear of delaying the wedding ceremony, Karina thought

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