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?”

was Clare Smith’s idea,

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

four months.

in a coma, Clare bought all

up anymore so

as he continued. In four months, too many things had happened in

on his face. He even smiled slightly, “He’s really

shouldered the responsibility bravely and developed the Smith Group into one of the best big groups in

a dandy be comparable to

a button and his

was stunned. “Where are you

“Go to the bath!”

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

him tense

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