?<strong>Chapter 1332:</strong>


    ine held her close, patting her back with a reassuring smile.


    “I love you too. It’ll be a while before Andrewes to pick you up. Eat something first, so you don’t go hungryter.”


    As Madisyn got ready, her bridesmaids—Milly, Maxine, and Evie—also began preparing.


    Madisyn had spared no effort in ensuring they had stunning dresses and top-tier styling teams so they could all shine together on this special day.


    On Andrew’s side, his groomsmen—Zahir, Norton, and Mchi—were equally polished, dressed sharply in suits and ties, exuding confidence and charm.


    But Waylon? This time, he wasn’t standing beside Andrew. Instead, when the wedding procession arrived at the Johns Manor, he joined Dane and Howard in blocking the gates, partaking in games meant to challenge the groom.


    On his way to the Johns Manor, Andrew had been handing out wedding candies and cigarettes. Some bold passersby even recognized the grand spectacle as the wedding of the Klein family’s heir, the wealthiest man in Ansport, and eagerly stopped the procession, hoping to share in the good fortune.


    As Andrew approached the Johns Manor, his heart had already vaulted over the iron gates, racing ahead to where Madisyn waited. Every step brought him closer to his destiny.


    His gaze fell upon his friends—now soon-to-be brothers-inw—who stood before him with expectant smiles.


    Among the three of themy carefully orchestrated tasks, each one a stepping stone toward his beloved. Without hesitation, Andrew embarked on his mission.


    Jubntughter echoed through the air as Andrew, nked by his loyal groomsmen, navigated through yful games before finally reaching the threshold of Madisyn’s chamber.


    There stood Evie, one of the bridesmaids, guarding the entrance like a gentle sentinel.


    Upon seeing her older brother approach, she wore a knowing smile and gracefully stepped aside, her heart too full of joy to present any real obstacle.


    “Well, would you look at that!” Maxine’s voice rang out from the sidelines.


    “You’re in league with him!”


    Turning to Madisyn with a theatrical flourish, Maxine dered, “Madisyn, I must warn you—Mr. Klein is quite the strategist! He has turned a bridesmaid against us! And Evie here has the backbone of a jellyfish. I simply cannot let them breeze through my challenge so easily.”


    Yet before her deration could settle in the air, Andrew had already pushed Norton forward as his secret weapon.


    Norton was caught between his fierce-talking girlfriend and his determined friend, but his pleading eyes worked their magic. Maxine’s resolve crumbled like a sandcastle in the tide,sting barely a minute before she surrendered. Maxine and Evie then stood side by side, silently watching Andrew proceed to Milly’s stage.


    These bridal party challenges were, after all, meant to bring joy rather than create true obstacles.


    As Andrew triumphed over each yful test, finally lifting a beaming Madisyn into his arms, Evie started the wave of apuse. But when her gaze inadvertently met Waylon’s, a sharp pain pierced her heart,pelling her to look away.


    Across the celebration, Waylon’s fist clenched tightly. After witnessing Andrew and Madisyn’s grand, beautiful ceremony, he strode toward Evie with Jenny at his side.


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