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 Smith’s

His eyes showed mixed feelings. He snorted coldly

was in a coma for only four months. How dare

were in a coma, Clare bought all the shares of the bottom shareholders. They

up anymore so they all stood

In four months, too many things had happened in the company, and the situation was very unfavorable to

listened to him without a trace of worry on his face. He even smiled slightly,

accidentally, Alston was only 16. He shouldered the responsibility bravely and developed the

a dandy

button and his wheelchair slid

was stunned. “Where

“Go to the bath!”

hadn’t calmed down yet. He kept

him

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