Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 510.

Anthony walked back and forth several times without seeing Alexander. Not only him but also Adam and Elizabeth were not present.

As far as he knew, Adam only had one daughter. Why were the elders not present when his only daughter got married?

On the contrary, Mr. Kingsley looked very old, with no joy on his face.

After walking around a few times, he felt a little tired. Just when he was about to find a place to rest for a while, he heard a woman's voice coming from the leisure area next to him.

"Nora, do you think Aveline will come?"

The name "Aveline" attracted Anthony's attention. He looked towards the group of people and saw Nora sitting in a wheelchair in a wedding dress, just like the woman in the huge photo of the guests at the door.

Is she the one Alexander wants to marry?

What surprised Anthony was that she was sitting in a wheelchair Originally, there were a lot of bad words, such as a third party, in his mind. After seeing that Nora was disabled, his anger subsided a little.

Maybe things were not what he thought. Was there some misunderstanding?

Anthony would not cause trouble for a disabled woman, so he would wait until Alexander showed up to ask clearly.

Nora's complexion was visibly worse, and when she mentioned Aveline, she was so angry that she gritted her teeth, "She can't change anything whether she comes or not. From now on, I will be the legitimate Mrs. Sterling."

become a thing of the past after all." Sierra has learned well now and does not dare to talk too much

drastically after the death of

"She is a bitch. She seduced Alexander even after they got divorced.

have already won. Look at your body. What you have to do now is to take a good

to step forward to teach Nora how to be polite when he

parents can be safe in heaven with knowledge

"What did you say?"

Nora turned to look at

like an elegant,

him and doesn't

lost thirty

seen him before, didn't recognize him

that he looked familiar

the soles of his shoes, Sierra thought he was a servant she had

"Who are you......"

voice was trembling, "What

this servant come from to question

was terminally ill

front of Nora, isn't that rubbing

walked quickly towards Nora. Nora looked at the kind and thin middle- aged man. His walking pace was a little weird, different from