Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Chapter 1342 Stealing The Bride

Everyone was looking forward to the banquet.

Despite feeling reluctant, Ichika still went with her family.

She was dressed in a formal Jetroinian traditional outfit. Every detail of her dress, from the collar to the hem, from the innermost to the outermost layer, was finely made and deliberately tailored. It was a dress fit for the daughter of a noble family.

At one point, she regretted leaving the house and wanted to go back, but her family grabbed her and shoved her into the car.

They pulled away and arrived at Hilton Hotel half an hour later.

The reporters were already at the entrance when the family arrived. After all, it was the wedding of the century. Two notable families were coming together in union, and this event became a lightning rod for attention.

In fact, the reporters and journalists had been waiting at the entrance for a long time.

When the Minamoto family arrived, all eyes were on them. Ichika, who was exquisitely dressed, became the center of attention.

Opposite the hotel, Haruto shook his head and smiled when he saw the young woman. “What a shame, Mr. Akiyama. You have no idea what you’re missing out on. Everyone here went crazy about Ichika when her photo first made it online,” he said to the man beside him, who was also sitting leisurely in the club.

Haruto had never seen someone so beautiful before.

Solomon glared at him from the corner of his eyes.

“Are you drooling?”

“I’m sorry.”

Haruto cleared his throat and shifted his gaze.

your brother will be introducing her to everyone at the feast later. He’s

at Solomon,

Haruto said

was a noble family. They had a reputation to keep and could not

had always been the rule for

a marriage was

anxious looking at

any expression on his face. He was still struggling in his heart, especially when he

had upended the whole

way these people

to show himself, his unsightly past would be

He was the one who went back on the marriage agreement. It would be tricky swinging the tide to his side. There was no way the elders of the

Should I go down?

in his hand, deliberating his

“They’re here.”

“The Tsurka family’s here!”

another convoy

True enough, it was

the Tsurkas, they waited at the entrance for the latter

were the host of the

and looked

suit and tie. When he saw Ichika, he went right toward her and pulled

“Ah!”

Hiroshi to tug

family was equally