Chapter 8

Yorick stormed into the car, his face a mask of fury.

Orion caught a glimpse of him through the rearview mirror, "So, did Ms. Quinn cool down yet?"

Clearly, to everyone, Stella was just throwing a tantrum, pushing Yorick to send Ursula packing once again. Yorick massaged his temples, clearly agitated, "Cool down? As if it's that easy."

Orion couldn't help but agree silently.

Ursula's sudden return had taken everyone by surprise, with no one bothering to inform her in advance.

"Is she serious about calling off the wedding?"

Yorick went silent.

Serious?

Remembering moments when they were together during these two years, Yorick let out a bitter laugh, "What do you think?"

He didn't believe at all she could really let go.

Orion thought, "Seems unlikely."

Marrying Yorick seemed her only way out. Besides, she had invested a

although she might have taken it a

...

At the Silk-River Residences.

the pile of items before her, her head throbbing at the thought of the

a foreboding feeling:

not to dwell on it. After a day of trying on wedding dresses and shopping with Susanna, her legs were

for a bath instead, and just as she was

"Who is it?"

the door, she just

answered, "It's

greeted by Cloudia, clad in a chic cocktail dress, radiating elegance with a string of pearls around her neck. Her makeup was impeccable,

the door,

casual demeanor only fueled

trying to do? I told you,

that wedding cancellation notice. Do you want the whole of Portis City to talk about how my foster daughter, after twenty years,

anger erupted, her

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