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    “‘Everyone, I appreciate your understanding. Unfortunately, my son isn’t feeling well, so we won’t be proceeding with the wedding ceremony as nned. But that’s of little concern—this is still a wedding. And the banquet will not be affected,” Javier announced.


    Servants bustled between tables, offering an array of high -end dishes.


    Small groups formed here and there, quietly exchanging gossip about the Deleon family’s circumstances.


    Resting her elbow on the table, Eileen absentmindedly rubbed her chin, watching the crowd.


    Her gaze then drifted to Bryan, who sat beside her with a calm demeanor, his thumb slowly tracing the rim of his ss while he listened to Jacob grumble.


    The table was packed with familiar faces—Jacob, Julio, and several business partners.


    On Eileen’s left sat Phoebe, who, ignoring the gossip entirely, fixed her gaze on the second-floor window. Just then, amotion broke out near the entrance.


    A line of police cars rolled up, sirens wailing. As soon as the cars halted at the gates, the car doors flew open, and uniformed officers emerged from the cars and entered the mansion.


    “Herees the real show,” Phoebe whispered, giving Eileen a yful nudge.


    An officer holding a search warrant stepped forward and walked to Javier and Amoura. “Mr. Deleon, we have received information alleging that your son is the fugitive drug lord, Christos Padi. Here is a sample of his hair. We need your cooperation now.”


    The hair, sealed inside a clear stic bag, was presented as crucial evidence.


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    Javier froze, his body swaying unsteadily. “This… This can’t be true.”


    Something clicked in Javier’s mind, and he snapped his gaze toward Amoura.


    He had turned a blind eye to her past and let her spend freely from the Deleon fortune—but going after Colby was beyond forgiveness.


    Amoura tried hard to keep herposure. “There’s no telling where that hair came from. This is absurd!” “Absurd or not, Colby Deleon muste with us for questioning,” the officer said, tucking away the evidence while eyeing Amoura. “And we’ve also received a tip  iming that you’re Christos’ mother. You need toe with us, too. ”


    Amoura’s tone hardened. “‘This is outrageous! Today is Colby’s wedding day. My husband is not young anymore, and his health condition is fragile. How could you use his son and wife like that now? If this stress and worry make him ill, you will be held responsible!”


    The police remained resolute and produced two arrest warrants.


    “‘Mr. Deleon, please look after yourself. We are sorry to disturb you today, but we require your cooperation now.” Javier’s body tensed up.


    Amoura quickly clutched Javier’s arm and urged, “Honey, look at them! You—I’


    “Alright.” Javier pulled away from Amoura’s grip and gestured towards the vi. “Colby is in the bedroom on the second floor. I’ll cooperate with your investigation.” “Honey!” Amoura was anxious now.


    Her role as Javier’s wife had kept her free until now. As long as she wasn’t exposed or subjected to a DNA test, she could maintain her identity as Amoura.


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