Ynda was reasonably cooperative today, waking up early for exquisite makeup and changing into a custom-made wedding gown worth a million dors.


    Her bridesmaids were popr female celebrities, and the groomsmen were all young masters from Istra''s elite families. The bridal and groom parties were a dazzling sight together.


    As the bride and the undisputed star of the day, Ynda was the center of attention the moment she appeared.


    She reveled in the feeling of being admired and sought after.


    The guests all chimed in, showering Ynda withpliments.


    "Go on, everyone, praise her well. Whoever gives the bestpliment gets a big red envelope!" Vincentughed heartily.


    "Vincent, be more discreet," Mrs. Walker reminded him with a smile.


    "No need for discretion. Today, our Ynda is the main character. Who else should we be celebrating?"


    Vincent was unusually cheerful. With Bet dead, Eden was Frank''s only son. After the wedding, it wouldn''t be long before the Thompson family fell into their hands.


    Eden arrived to pick up the bride with great fanfare.


    Vincent greeted him with a warm embrace, as if they had already conquered the world.


    "Eden, I''m entrusting Ynda to you. From now on, we are truly one family."


    "Father, Mother, you can rest assured. I will treat Ynda well and be a good son to you both," Eden remained polite and humble, almost deferential.


    Vincent was pleased with his attitude and patted his shoulder with a smile.


    The procession of cars arrived in a grand disy and left just as spectacrly.


    The wedding ceremony was held in the morning.


    By noon, guests had begun arriving at the hotel.


    Yvonne, enjoying a rare day off, had slept in and only woke up around noon.


    Bet''s car had been waiting downstairs at her hotel all along.


    Yvonne knew she waste, so she rushed through her morning routine, skipping makeup and a formal gown, and got straight into Bet''s car.


    "My assistant didn''t wake me, and you didn''t either. I''m sorry, I overslept," Yvonne said apologetically from the passenger seat.


    "I told your assistant not to wake you," Bet said, ncing at his watch. "There''s


    no rush. We just need to get there before the reception ends."


    Instead of heading straight to the wedding, Bet drove Yvonne to a luxury boutique first.


    Yvonne chose a rose-pink dress, a gentle and elegant color, which she paired with a pearl ne, giving her the refined look of a highesocietydy.


    "It seems a bit too proper," Yvonne said with a smile, looking at Bet''s reflection


    behind her after she had changed and done her makeup.


    "You look beautiful no matter what Bet smiled warmly, reaching out to stroke her hair. Then, he took her hand, and they left the boutique together.


    Bet''s car pulled into the hotel''s underground parking garage. From there, they took a direct elevator up.


    Yvonne and Bet stood side by side in the ss elevator. The higher it rose, the better the view.


    Bet rested one hand on the elevator''s handrail, casually gazing outside.


    Yvonne stood beside him, looking at his profile and teasing, "Mr. Bet Thompson, you look like you''re here to crash the party."


    Bet chuckled. "You''re not the bride. They''re not worthy of me crashing their party."


    "So if I were marrying someone else, you would crash it?" Yvonne quipped.


    Before the words were even out of her mouth, Bet''s arm wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.


    Yvonne''s body collided with his hard chest, her forehead and nose aching from the impact. She raised a hand to yfully punch his chest in protest.


    Bet caught her hand, holding her tightly. "If it were you, I''d steal you from the altar. But that ''if''. doesnt exist would never let you marry anyone else."  fo