My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols

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?”

“It was Clare Smith’s idea, and

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

in a coma for only four months. How dare

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

anymore so they all stood

in a frown as he continued. In four months, too many things had happened in the company, and the situation

trace of worry on his face. He even smiled slightly, “He’s

Alston. When Alston’s father died accidentally, Alston was only 16. He shouldered the responsibility bravely and developed the Smith Group into one of the best big groups

could such a dandy be comparable to

button and his

“Where are

“Go to the bath!”

down

him tense