My Baby's Daddy

“Alright! I’m okay with that.” Harmony nodded. To her, her greatest gain tonight was experiencing this incident with Ezekiel.

“Miss Cullen is the one who swapped the script. I wonder who made her do this.

But we can’t get her to talk anymore. She must’ve been paid to keep quiet.” “It’s clear as day who’s behind this,” replied Harmony with a sigh.

“You mean Catalina?” Sera guessed.

“Who else besides her has the power to have the TV station at their beck and call? Besides Miss Cullen, I think the interview host might’ve been paid as well.” “Sigh! Let’s avoid giving these kinds of interviews from now on. We’ll focus on acting,” concluded Sera.

With that, she turned around, only to find that her artist was not listening to her.

Rather, she was holding her cup of tea while giggling. In an instant, she realized that Harmony’s biggest gain tonight was neither the attention and praise she received on the internet nor the 500 thousand in compensation. Instead, it was the special care she had received from Ezekiel.

getting married. For this princess of the Presgrave Family, who was born with a silver spoon in

a private island owned by her family, just like the wedding of her parents and brother. This island, a symbol of

at today’s wedding were also exceptionally prestigious, for the world’s top echelons of

had also taken leave to come here for a vacation

wealth was unquestionable, so this wedding was bound to be a splendid and grand affair. However, the Wyatts had few friends and relatives, so those who attended the wedding were Jasper’s friends from

out the next day, taking his grandmother to the island for a three-day

with a gentle breeze and warm sunshine. The scenery on the island was breathtaking, and

a romantic charm, bought by Elliot for his wife after their wedding back then. At the same time, he had painstakingly developed the island into a gathering place for their

filled the seats in the hall while the handsomely dressed groom stood on the platform,

hall opened. Accompanied by a cool breeze, a graceful and ethereal figure appeared. It was Willow, holding her father’s arm and looking indescribably beautiful in a

Jasper locked his profound gaze on her-the love of

else. So, with peace of mind, he handed his