He got up and headed to the study to write the invitations.

Timothy took out his fountain pen and finished the first wedding invitation. His handwriting was steady and bold, each letter confident and clear.

The two names sat side by side on the card-his and hers. It was just how he wanted it.

Over an hour later, Secretary Allen arrived. When he stepped into the study, he found Timothy still at the desk, filling out more invitations for his and his wife's wedding.

The sight left Secretary Allen a bit embarrassed. Even though the wedding decorations hadn't been called off yet, Mrs. Lawson had stopped talking to President Lawson altogether. What was the point of writing all these invitations?

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"President Lawson, the photographs just arrived. There's glue in the box as well." "Alright, thank you. I'll take care of it."

Secretary Allen hesitated before asking, "Should we... call off the wedding arrangements?"

Timothy's pen froze. He looked up, his gaze icy and sharp as it landed on Secretary Allen.

Allen immediately dropped his eyes. "I have some things to take care of excuse me," he mumbled, then hurried out of the room.

Timothy lowered his head and continued writing.

When he finished, he carefully attached their photo in the slot reserved for it inside each invitation.

They looked good together.

was a proper

the studio was booked, everything

wanted. Just one set of pictures

only worn a veil and a simple white blouse, yet she looked beautiful. He couldn't help but

the invitations and handed a stack of birthday invitations to Mabel. "Find someone

the young master's

have a guest

prepared one, so he said, "Use the same guest list

"Understood, sir."

that, Timothy left the

up the invitations, and stared at them

lost his

even come home, yet here he is, fussing over invitations for a wedding

he plan to

came to a stop, he saw the butler

him and

Zimmerman went for a walk, but he collapsed outside. Someone called an ambulance-he's been taken to the

Timothy

myself. Mr. Zimmerman was very clear-no

into a waiting car and

frowned deeply, then got into his own car and followed close

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