My Sleeping Beauty Husband

Chapter 3 Wedding Night

Alston’s fingers trembled for a moment. He suddenly looked sharply at Greg, “Who told you to call

her Mrs. Smith?”

Greg tried to explain for Cynthia, “She looks very simple, pretty and mild-tempered. She is much easier to get along with than her sister.”

Alston gave a sneering smile. “The woman is quite capable of building a base of support. She has

only been here for one day. Even you tried to defend her.”

Greg froze and was afraid to continue.

Alston propped himself on the handle of the wheelchair. With a quick turn, he sat in the wheelchair, looking more agile even than normal.

“Do they know Cynthia was not the real bride?”

replied, “It was Clare Smith’s idea, and madam

tapped on the handle. His eyes showed mixed feelings. He snorted coldly for a

only four months. How dare he

Clare bought all the shares of the bottom shareholders.

so they

months, too many things had happened in the company, and the situation was very unfavorable to

to him without a trace of worry on his

something.”

Alston’s father died accidentally, Alston was only 16. He shouldered the responsibility bravely and developed

a dandy be comparable

pushed a button and his wheelchair slid

stunned. “Where are you

“Go to the bath!”

calmed down yet.

made him tense and