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    But Jeffry wasn’t having any of it. “Earlier, you demanded Elena apologize without a shred of proof. Now that we have proof, you want to just sweep it under the rug after falsely using her? Miss Morgan, have you forgotten something?”


    Jeffry subtly reminded Evelyn that their marriage was just a business alliance.


    Evelyn froze, shocked that Jeffry would bring that up in front of all these people.


    Jeffry was the most eligible bachelor in the, the dream husband of half the rich socialites in the city. Marrying him was a huge status boost for Evelyn. She’d been telling everyone that she and Jeffry were madly in love. Even her closest friends thought Jeffry actually cared about her. If word got out that their marriage was just a marriage of convenience, she’d be the biggest joke in the.


    Javier, clearly pissed off, chimed in, “Didn’t your mom teach you that when you screw up, you apologize?”


    Evelyn had no choice but to grit her teeth and pretend to be gracious as she said to Elena, “I guess I was wrong about you.”


    The people who had been busy mocking Elena were now stunned by the truth.


    “Didn’t Evelyn say Elena was holding a grudge and deliberately wrecked the dress? Turns out it was a stray cat’s doing.”


    “How could Evelyn demand fifty million dors without any proof? I felt bad for Evelyn earlier, thinking she was being bullied by Elena.”


    “If Elena hadn’t fixed the damn surveince footage herself, would she have just had to take all this crap today?”


    “Looks like Elena is the golden child in the Harper family. Best not to mess with her.”


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    “They’re not even married yet, and Evelyn’s already pissed off her future sister-inw. Evelyn’s future looks pretty grim.”


    The guests who had been on Aria and Evelyn’s side against Elena were now ripping Evelyn apart after seeing the footage.


    Evelyn’s face went from white as a ghost to red as a tomato, all her emotions in as day.


    Aria opened her mouth to say something, but Evelyn shot her a warning re, telling her to keep quiet. Anything they said right now would only make the situation worse.


    Remembering Jeffry’s preference for gentleness over confrontation, Evelyn stered on an innocent face and whined softly, “Jeffry, the wedding’s about to start. What am I supposed to do without a dress?”


    Her apology and act of humility seemed to work because Jeffry’s icy demeanor softened a tiny bit. “Have someone fly to the nearest city and grab a new one,” he said.


    Evelyn shook her head, her voice dripping with despair. “The wedding starts in under half an hour, Jeffry. Even with a private jet, a round trip to the nearest city would take an hour. It’s simply not feasible. Free—”


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