Chapter 3 Wedding Night

Alston’s fingers trembled for a moment. He suddenly looked sharply at Greg, “Who told you to call her Mrs. Smith?”

Greg tried to explain for Cynthia, “She looks very simple, pretty and mild-tempered. She is much easier to get along with than her sister.”

Alston gave a sneering smile. “The woman is quite capable of building a base of support. She has

only been here for one day. Even you tried to defend her.”

Greg froze and was afraid to continue.

Alston propped himself on the handle of the wheelchair. With a quick turn, he sat in the wheelchair, looking more agile even than normal.

“Do they know Cynthia was not the real bride?”

replied, “It was Clare

the handle. His eyes showed mixed feelings. He snorted coldly for a

a coma for only four months. How dare he

bought all the shares

up anymore so

he continued. In four months, too many things had happened in the company, and the situation was very

trace of worry on

only 16. He shouldered the responsibility bravely

dandy be

button and his wheelchair

was stunned. “Where are

“Go to the bath!”

look back. He hadn’t calmed down yet. He kept thinking of Cynthia’s

him tense and

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