Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 183,Her Billionaire Husband

“What kind of talented young man can fulfill my standards?” Ruka had a haughty look as she asked in disdain. Although Tiffany was secretly sarcastic, she still maintained a prim and proper facade. “Ruka, you can’t give up the entire sea for just a fish. What’s more, I’m going to marry Matthew, so why are you still so hung up on him?” Whether it was a hint or an obvious jab, Tiffany was definitely being satirical toward Ruka.

The classmates standing by the side nodded as they thought Tiffany’s words had made sense. “That’s right, Ruka. Since Matthew is going to marry Tiffany, you should just give up on him.” “Ruka, you should believe that you can find an even better husband.” “I think that you’d have to search for such a man abroad. The most talented and youngest man with such a prospect locally has to be Young Master Matthew.”

“Hey, although Young Master Matthew is also my idol, I have to admit that he and Tiffany are a match made in heaven. I really am super envious of Tiffany now.” “Yeah, that’s right. Out of all the classmates in our year, Tiffany was always the most outstanding one. Otherwise, why would Young Master Matthew fancy her?”

As all their classmates were singing along to the same tune, Ruka was so mad that her face darkened. However, since she didn’t want to act out in public, she could only wish Tiffany hypocritically. “I only like Matthew, but if I were to really marry someone, he would not fit the standard I’m looking for.

However, now that I’m here, I still wish you two a happy wedding.” Even though Tiffany had seen through Ruka’s arrogant facade, she chose not to expose Ruka. Since it was her wedding today, Tiffany didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere. At 9:00PM, eighteen Bentleys without license plates drove up to the villa’s entrance in a row.

While there was a fireworks show at the entrance of the Larson Residence, which illuminated the beautiful fixtures of the building, a red carpet had been rolled out from outside all the way to the villa. Matthew, who had already changed into a suit, walked out from the car.

the people who took pictures and offered their congratulations, he did not bat an eye or return their gestures with a smile. According to the local custom, when one married, they were required to obtain something old, something new, something borrowed,

there were eight bodyguards in formal suits

adorned with and asked icily, “Where’s Tiffy?” “She’s waiting for you upstairs. You should quickly head over so that we don’t

classmates standing by the door all screamed and gasped. “Oh my God, Young Master Matthew has such an imposing aura.” “He didn’t even care to dress up in an extravagant manner, yet he still looks so handsome.” “My idol looks a hundred times better than those actors on TV. Urgh, Tiffany is extremely lucky. I’m so envious right now.” “Is this what they call the face that Michelangelo himself sculpted?

was like a black swan in her strapless black dress making a high profile appearance; it was as if she wanted to declare to the world that _she_ should be

on good terms, he was obviously familiar with her, yet he had no feelings toward her. Gazing at her

Matthew to show up. It wasn’t until the stunning man with short hair and glossy, black suit appeared behind her that she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Tiffany could see his dashing

heart, she hid that emotion in an instant. “You’re finally here, Matthew.” She stood up. As all the classmates standing outside had rushed into the bedroom, it made the huge space suddenly

they also have to carry the bride downstairs.” Although there was unwillingness written all over Matthew’s face, he could only squat down and

complacent. As everybody present had already known about his cold attitude, they did not really care about his

one in Bloomstead that everyone had their eyes on as Tiffany and Matthew’s wedding photos were splashed on billboards and huge monitors in shopping malls throughout the city. Even though the wedding

been spent on the ceremony, the only reaction it had elicited from the groom was perfunctory, as if he merely wanted to get this all over with. However, as the Larsons did not make a huge fuss out of it, the