Chapter 170

The Queen’s mother.

Wearing fake.

It was such a scandal!

Some of the guests tonight were already unhappy with the choice of the Queen. They didn’t think an outsider like Harper deserved to marry their King, especially since that she was an outsider without any title or power.

If they heard that the queen’s mother was carrying a fake handbag, they would definitely laugh their asses off.

And it would piss Harper off greatly.

Harper was the queen now. Hellen didn’t want to upset her powerful daughter!

Janet stared at Hellen and chuckled, “So, are we going to have a problem?”

Hellen swallowed, “…N–No.”

“And your drinks?”

Paul grabbed a glass and quickly took a sip, “It is fine.”

“Good.” Janet smiled.

They couple didn’t dare to say anything else. But they kept darting angry glares at Janet.

Just then, a servant by the door announced loudly:

“-Ladies and gentlemen, The King and the Queen!”

The heavy double door swung open with the organ pealing solemnly in the background. All guests turned around and looked towards the entrance.

Lance and Harper walked in holding hands.

Harper had changed out of her wedding gown and was now wearing an elegant, floor–length gown made from sumptuous, rose–colored silk.

The gown fitted at the waist and featured a deep V–neckline and was adorned with hand–embroidered lance detailing that shimmered in the light.

The long, flowing skirt added a touch of drama and sophistication.

She accessorized with a statement necklace made from diamonds and pearls, which sparkled against the skin.

Each of those diamonds was the size of a quail egg

Applause broke out in the ballroom. Harper smiled and nodded to all directions, her face radiant with delight and complacency.

“That is my daughter!” Paul said loudly amidst the applause, “See? My daughter is the queen. I am your King’s father–in–law!”

Compared to Harper’s thrilled expression, Lance seemed less excited.

He held Harper’s hand walking to the center of the ballroom and announced in a dull.

voice:

my

of Harper’s hand as soon as

forward to

abandoned their drinks on

Paul cried,

behind his back, “Make way for the

they got up

is such an honor to finally meet you. Harper said so

Diaz,” Lance nodded

wedding!” Hellen picked up the topic and gasped, “The wedding is just absolutely gorgeous! Oh my, I have never attended

a fortune,” said a voice behind their

walking up to them in a

mask over her face to cover the hideous birthmark on

“My King.”

hostile glare, “What do you mean ‘cost a fortune‘? My son–in–law here is the King!

to

and the man stood by her, were her birth

who had abandoned her,

had been preparing for this day since she heard that Harper was bringing her

in her eyes behind

deserved to

exactly

crossed her arms and let

treasury. Your daughter insisted on having the best stuff on

jewelries for herself…We even paid for your clothes

bill,” Lance said with a frown. “How much

million,” Morgana said

“…50 fucking million?!”

haven’t I heard about this before? Are we going to fucking drain our national

Apparently,

seemed to be

to defend herself, “I–I know it is a lot. But this is our wedding! Once in

her, “I already took me enough manpower to get your parents across the border. And 50 million spent on one night?! You have

just got slapped at the

big night. And every guest was staring at her. She

be humiliated.

now?” she gritted, “Many of my friends in Riverside Pack spent millions on their weddings. How come I didn’t see

think Riverside Pack is better? Then why don’t you go back there and see

could be heard

guests were gloating over

of them liked her very

added, “Oh. And I do remember you saying that the bride’s side will be paying for half of this wedding, correct? So when

Harper gulped nervously.

back down

chest and snorted arrogantly, “25 million is nothing for my family! Mom, dad,

Hellen widened

eyes!

shock.

voice, her face flaming

the tax issue we had in Riverside Pack? We haven’t sorted

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