e screams came out of her mouth. No more crying or plea

inary house. One would more appropriately call it a mansion. The mansion

t was a place filled with luxury, she did not feel attracted. She could

eelings became erratic. Was this still real? Perhaps it was

please

ong breath. "This was not a dream." She finally stepped into

ted Beverley. Many servants were standing at attention. There were dozens of

was probably in his late forties. The man smiled slightly a

n. "Thank you. Can I

mansion. Please come with me. I'll escort you to

nt? Brent Oliver?" asked Beverley with som

ot here

in it? She looked in all directions. This magnificent building was indeed

with me. I can't explain much to y

f servants. After which, she stepped up to follow the but

le. The view upstairs was no less good. Spac

displayed a large room before Beverley's eyes. A

e. Tomorrow, there will be people

ly smile wryly. "Okay, thank you," she said as she stepp

Edward," the

want to be alone," Beverley said as she stepped

ht..." Edward c

yet. In this condition, who could still fall asleep? She didn't have her bag

her mind racing. It was only when it was almost morning tha

eyes blinked. She saw several women coming in with suit

ght?" asked a fat man who suddenly entered the room. T

ted, with dark circles in her eyes. Why was he still questioning her

get ready now. I'll do your special day'

her head. It wasn't a spec

go to the bathroom. She deliberately slowed down her bathing.

t applying your makeup now," the man sai

o she can meet Brent Oliver soon. If she could meet him

she had to discuss with was Brent. They had never met before. So Brent m

. She didn't care about other things. Whatever, the m

p was finally finished. For a few moments, Beverley

Perhaps even more beautifu

ts in Los Angeles. He has made up hundreds, or even thousands, of people. However, wh

ook so pret

ney!" hissed Beve

ff your bathrobe. You mus

man seemed to understand. He stepped out and let

were so many layers of fabric and diamonds. It was all very cum

o the room. They were the ones who forcibly brought her to this

dress. Several servants quickly helped her lift the h

able to get into the car after a few troublesome moments. After t

wrung her hands as she tried to calm her

e guessed? She, who was still fine working at the café

. Many people and reporters were already waiting outside the entrance of

! What is it a

roperly. Remember, your father's life is in your han

he car. One man in black helped her lift the hem of her dress. Then she stepp

tely threw a lot of questions at her blindly. They were all a

at Brent looked like. She just looked down and avoided everyone's

ly exclaimed angrily, "Even if he wants to use this wedding to

know, the better." That a

t Brent Oliver. Unfortunately, until she arrived in front of the large, tightl

going to just get marri

woman, who was none other than Emma. She had been waiting for he

er talking to the woman. There was no need to

't come because of his poor health. Did

bride can enter now,"

ead her in, but she quickly moved away. "I don't

was nothing she could do. Instead of making a mess,

e man standing far ahead, on the wedding altar, in front of dozens of guests.

t m

vaded Beverley's head. Her heart seeme

w

k look. Her feet reflexively stepped back. N