Chapter 2170


    At that moment, the senior shareholder stepped forward. “Your wedding is the day after tomorrow, and I''ll be there on time with


    my family. | wish you and Romeo all the harmony of a perfect duet, and a lifetime of happiness.”


    “Thank you,” Arabe said, knowing full well that his heartfelt blessing was not easily earned.


    “About the things before.”


    Before the old shareholder could finish, Arabe cut in with augh, “I’ve long since forgotten about it.”


    “Ha-ha-ha-ha.” The old man hadn’t expected this young woman to be not only magnanimous but also quite sharp. He thought to


    himself that Alberto had made the right choice after all.


    “Then you better head home and get ready; you are not allowed toe to the corporation in the next two days,” the old


    shareholder dered with authority. “If you dare show up, I''ll personally block you at the door.”


    Arabe knew he meant every word.


    “Thanks,” Arabe said with a smile. “then I''ll leave these two days in your hands.”


    After leaving the corporate headquarters, Romeo''s car was already waiting outside.


    No sooner had Arabe got into the car than he pulled her onto hisp, showering her with kisses. She wrapped her arms


    around his neck,ughing and looking at him, “Are you that eager?”


    “You just look so enticing right now,” Romeo said, eyes fixed on the girl in front of him. “You’ve changed a lot in the past two


    years.”


    “Have |?”


    “Yes.” He found the sparkle in her eyes especially enchanting, her allure growing by the day, and he leaned in for another deep


    kiss.


    Just then, her phone rang.


    Romeo, craving her like a hungry wolf, simply refused to stop no matter what.


    Carl, sitting in the front, couldn’t bear to look, wondering what sins he hadmitted to endure such torment every day.


    By the time Arabe managed to push Romeo away, the phone had stopped ringing.


    Romeo attempted to continue, but Arabe pushed against his chest with one hand, keeping him at bay, while she grabbed her


    phone with the other. It was Molly calling.


    “Be must still be busy. Take a photo for me; I''ll send it to her.” At that moment, Molly held her judge’s badge in hand with a


    radiant smile.


    “Let''s take one together,” Hans suggested, pulling her close.


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    Molly looked beamingly at the camera, while Hans'' eyes shone with a tender light.


    After sending the photo, Hans slid his arm around her waist, “Let’s head home.”


    “Mr. Collins!” Many fellow judges and staff came over, extending their congrattions on the couple’s uing nuptials.


    Molly responded with a smile, “Thank you, everyone. Make sure youe to our wedding!”


    Hans'' gaze never left her. She had be more outgoing, always smiling. In crowded ces, he was protective, ensuring no


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