Coolest Girl in TownChapter 712

Abby was sitting on the bed in the wedding room of the Mellor Residence without any emotion on her face.

The heavy shackles on both her wrists and ankles was a stark contrast from the pure white wedding gown she had on.

On the other hand, her stepmother, Belladonna Calum had a gratified expression on.

“Look at you,” she cooed.

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“You are the Young Miss of the Mellor Family after all.A little dolling up is all it takes for you to bloom like a flower.Oh—Abby, you won’t go wrong as long as you do as I say.Be good to your husband after you marry him, and do your best to improve the relationship between our family and their household.Our motherand-daughter relationship will never end that way.It will be easier for me to support you as well.”

Abby’s face was cold and there wasn’t any emotion on her face as she muttered, “You are not my mother, and the Mellor Family will not fall into your hands like you wish!”

Belladonna smiled disdainfully when she heard Abby’s words.

“That is not up for you to decide.Won’t the Mellor Family be under my control after you get married anyway?”

She then let out an arrogant laugh before she eventually walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Abby’s fingers were tightly intertwined and her nails almost broke her skin.

You have to come, Miss Sinclair! Abby desperately thought to herself.

I will be waiting for you! I will take my own life if you don’t.

I can’t stand this kind of humiliation! As soon as Belladonna got to the lobby

from the backyard, she heard the emcee for the event announce, “The honored guests have arrived!”

She then looked to the emcee, only to see that he was escorting a beautiful couple toward her.

Alexander was the first to extend his good wishes.

“Congratulations, Mrs.Mellor,” he offered.

“Thank you for your congratulation.May I know who I am speaking to?”

Belladonna hadn’t got the faintest idea who Alexander was.

“They are esteemed guests who came all the way from Tissot!”

huddled closer to Belladonna as he whispered in her ear, “The wedding gift they brought is a diamond called ‘Desert Heart’

and powerful, the expression on her

esteemed you are.How may I

“Kenneth Bailey.”

“Mr.Bailey it is.”

looked

Mrs, Bailey, then.My dear son-in- law, hurry over and

out to her son-in-law, Old Man Chewy, who was

the old man gave his hello with a satisfied look on his

atmosphere was harmonious for a

are mistaken, Mrs.Mellor. I am not Mr.Bailey’s wife.I am a fortune teller

the answer right on the tips of her fingers, Elise started rubbing

“Mrs.Mellor” she revealed.

you.All your wishes will surely

laughed heartily and thanked

middle-aged woman who, while having a dead

her fingers together and turned to look at the old man.Her expression

disaster heading your way.You will inevitably lose money.It was in Cittadel’s culture to be superstitious.Having to hear something like this on such a Joyous occasion immediately made a frown appear

started to play in

slowly walked to the stage from a distance.She tried her

a pair of scissors hidden in the skirt of her dress, Abby puffed out her chest and lifted her chin as she took a long,

daughter of the Mellor Family.You cannot cry.You have to maintain your dignity even if you were to die! At that instant, she

a second before she could take the scissors out, the old man beside her answered his phone and suddenly ran

“Miss Fortune Teller!”

pulled one of

accurate! My company has

100 million.What should I

arms when

as it planted firmly into

expected, her

all seriousness, let

the crisis your company is

don’t have

pain of losing his money still fresh, Old Man Chewy’s only priority now was to

allow whatever nonsense that might come

will bring bad luck to her husband.I am afraid that the tragedy that happened to the Mellor household will happen again if

eavesdropping the whole time the duo whispered to each other.She had only intended to stick her

she started to panic when she

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