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 Queen,

go of Harper’s hand as soon

forward to talk to the King and his

abandoned their drinks on the

cried, pushing

behind his back, “Make way for the

crowd parted and they got up

is such an honor

Lance

up the topic and gasped, “The wedding is just absolutely gorgeous! Oh my, I have

fancy because it cost a fortune,” said a

Morgana walking up to

her face to

“My King.”

and completely ignored Harper’s presence. Hellen darted this beautiful woman a hostile glare, “What do you mean ‘cost a fortune‘? My son–in–law here is the King! He owns the entire rogue kingdom. Of course, he can afford it. It is so ungraceful of you to talk about money here, on my dear

turned to look at

and the man stood by her, were her

people who had

been preparing for this day since she heard that

her

to rot

exactly what we need

her arms and let out a

daughter insisted on having the best stuff on everything: brand–new silk bedsheet for everyone, tailored made guest nightrobes,

herself…We even paid for your clothes and accessories

the bill,” Lance said

million,” Morgana

“…50 fucking million?!”

before? Are we going

“I showed this bill to the Queen. Apparently, she

to be on

But this is our wedding! Once in

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

as though she just got slapped at the

every guest was staring at her. She

couldn’t be humiliated. At least not

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

now you think Riverside Pack is better? Then why don’t you

be heard from

guests were

liked her very

the bride’s side will be paying

Harper gulped nervously.

couldn’t back down from this

snorted arrogantly, “25 million is nothing for my family! Mom, dad, write her a

and Hellen widened

eyes!

shock.

Hellen lowered her voice, her face flaming red. “We don’t

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

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