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 idea, and

tapped on the handle. His eyes showed mixed feelings.

for only four months. How dare he step in

a coma, Clare bought all the shares of the bottom

wouldn’t wake up anymore so

four months, too many things had happened in the company,

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

was only 16. He shouldered the responsibility bravely and developed the

such a dandy be

pushed a button and his

stunned. “Where

“Go to the bath!”

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

made him

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