The Wrong Woman

This was the most annoying maid of honor in Norvania's history, without a doubt.

Nathan couldn't wait to step off the stage. Instead of returning to his seat, he left the banquet hall alone. No one knew where he was going or why he left in such a hurry. Just as everyone was curious, the wedding resumed its original order.

The wedding reception followed. The bride and groom shared their love story, cutting the cake and making toast.

Yale absentmindedly stared at the white handkerchief in his hand. He took off his ring and removed the needle then tossed it to the ground.

He stared at the white handkerchief with a sinister look on his face. After a while, he finally returned to his senses and began to feel nervous.

He took out his phone and urgently dialed a number while walking backstage.

"Yale, where are you going?" Lillian asked.

Yale forced a smile and said, "I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, with only the bride and the host on stage.

Yale hid in the corner. He looked sinister as he commanded with a chilly tone, "Nathan had my blood with him. He should be heading

back the blood-stained handkerchief.

asked, "Are you sure

trust others anymore. I'm sure he'll go to the hospital alone with my blood for DNA testing. He won't hand it over to anyone

other person hung

as he glared at the

cautious and had already gone through every detail, yet he was

had an extreme hatred toward Nathan ..He thought that no wonder Nathan readily agreed to be

looked at Mila and saw she was

felt inexplicably restless. She sensed something bad would happen, making her unable

rang twice. She unlocked her phone to

Nathan. "Chubs, no matter what happens, don't be afraid.

she hadn't made any reaction. Nearby, Cole looked flustered as he answered a phone call, then hurriedly left the banquet halt, leaving Phoebe

Mila was absentmindedly eating

back He panted heavily, his face pale. He leaned toward Mila and whispered