Marrying the Man in the Dark

“If the Miles family insists on her attending this wedding, I will promptly escort the bride and our family away.” He turned to Damien, “Damien, is the private jet that brought us here still available?”

“Of course. Cherise’s family is my family.” Damien offered Lambert a kind smile while hugging Cherise. “Feel free to use it. You can even have it if you want.”

Lambert smiled lightly before turning to glare at the Miles family’s servant. “What are you waiting for?”

Upon seeing his stern demeanor, the servant hastily scurried off.

Beckham initially intended to mediate, but Lambert’s actions left him looking grim. He restrained his anger and turned to Priscilla. “Pris, we’re family. Isn’t this excessive?”

don’t consider you family,” Priscilla responded with a frosty smile. “Instead of claiming to be part of the same family, you should teach

look at what your daughter is wearing? How is it different from lingerie?” Priscilla turned and sat down. “No, that’s not

it my fault that she’s using my daughter’s wedding as a platform to flaunt her body and entice men? She claims she’s not

all the Miles family’s friends are like

Gwenn spat out these words viciously and turned to leave. “If my friend wasn’t hosting this wedding, I wouldn’t have

and gather some material to write a news article for SumTimes.” He sighed lightly. “Journalists these days are so emotional. They can even forsake their work for personal feelings.”

Damien. “Even if I don’t write an article, the editor-in-chief can’t do anything. Who do