An endless row of wedding cars drove by.

The front-most wedding car was Lykanhype, super car, limited edition. Only seven of these cars were made in the world.

Not to mention its high price, the most important thing was that you couldn't buy it even if you wanted to.

It was followed by the Siebel sports cars.

The rearview mirrors of every wedding car were tied with white gauze bows, which fluttered in the wind.

It was quiet all around.

Everyone looked at the wedding car coming in and at the couple about to get off.

Preston also watched, with his hand in his pocket.

Everett didn't want this wedding, but because of Olivia, he compromised.

In his memory, Everett had never compromised with anyone. This was the first time.

Because of a woman.

He didn't know what to say.

Because of this mood, he couldn't laugh for a moment.

He should have laughed.

He should have blessed them.

When the car stopped, the media reporters immediately took photos of the wedding car with their cameras. For a moment, there were sounds of shutter all around. Soon the door opened and the one in the driver's seat got out.

the

they saw the person who got out of the

and guests all looked at the person who got out of the car, their eyes wide open, forgetting what they were going to

as he looked at the person getting out of

to pick up the bride,

the person in the driver's seat

Melody's assistant.

What was going on?

the door, and Melody got

and the tiny diamonds on it sparkled in

head, which trailed along with the wedding dress, and she was as

moment, the reporters came to their senses. They immediately pressed the shutter button, and the continuous click

didn't see the groom, but when the bride

came up and followed Melody, carrying the train of her long dress, and they walked into the

and seated the guests. The wedding started

seated, and each seat

sit wherever they

service staff led everyone to their

sat in the second row and third seat on

relatives of

were the business and political

the third row were

sat down and spoke in a

you see Mr.

"No, what about you?"

"Neither did we."

Mr. Weston hasn't shown up

"Probably."

Preston frowned at this.

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