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.

everyone at the feast later. He’s announcing to the world that they’re getting married. There’s no retracting their engagement after

turned around and looked at Solomon,

said was

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

had always been the

a marriage was unprecedented

getting anxious looking

gaze on the convoy downstairs without any expression on his face. He was still struggling

Yancy, had upended the whole

these

himself, his unsightly past would be raked up

the marriage agreement. It would be tricky swinging the tide to his side. There was no

Should I go down?

of wine in his hand, deliberating his

“They’re here.”

“The Tsurka family’s here!”

convoy arrived. The journalists scrambled in

up. True enough, it was his

the Minamotos saw the Tsurkas, they waited at the entrance

the host

stopped and looked

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

“Ah!”

expecting Hiroshi to tug her

family was