Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 176: James and Jennifer’s Marriage Ceremony

The news of James and Jennifer’s wedding had already gone viral across the internet. Although it didn’t ripple globally, it had certainly reached every corner of the local upper circles. While the Whitmore family remained a second-rate name among Manchester’s elite, the Clifford family was undeniably part of the first tier.

Because the wedding had been arranged shortly after William Whitmore’s removal from EverBuild, it remained under the radar until now. At Eleanor’s request, the company had yet to publish any official announcement regarding the leadership change. The shareholders, now aware of this insider shift, were increasingly alert... watching the company’s rising stock price with hungry anticipation.

The venue was none other than Hotel Hyatt’s largest convention hall. The programme had been finalised in advance, with the schedule printed on each guest’s invitation. Attendees were strictly instructed to bring their invitation cards for entry.

William spared no expense in ensuring his daughter’s marriage was as grand as possible. Having sold his shares of the company, he now had ample funds to spare. He believed that this union between the Whitmore and Clifford families would eventually repay him manifold.

That evening, most of the city’s upper echelon began gathering at the Hyatt... though some of the most prominent families were absent, as William could not reach them in his status. Still, even those who declined the invite often sent a representative from the second generation.

It was common knowledge that wealthy families encouraged their heirs to form alliances through marriage. Love had little space in such unions. Wives remained at home while lovers existed freely outside. Only a rare few valued love above wealth... and they could be counted on one hand.

Events like this were a hunting ground for the second generation of the elite. Many sought potential partners, evaluating them through a lens not of affection, but of advantage.

The unspoken rule, however, still held strong: marry equal or higher. Status came first, looks second. What value were beauty and charm without power or profit? In the end, money was god.

At 7PM, both James and Jennifer were ready. But for the moment, they waited inside the presidential suites booked especially for them. Guests were still arriving, and a few important names had yet to appear.

Earlier that day, they had already officially registered their marriage... the ceremony now just a formality.

James wore a sharp white suit that highlighted his tanned skin and athletic build. He was in high spirits, laughing and gossiping with his friends.

Jennifer wore a custom Vivienne Westwood wedding gown... commissioned specially for the event. William had paid a small fortune for it. With her make-up perfected by a professional team, she looked ethereal... elegant, radiant, and graceful. Several of her friends were in the suite, acting as bridesmaids and showering her with praise.

Downstairs, William and Jeanne stood at the entrance, personally receiving each guest.

The hall was quickly filling with an eclectic mix of business magnates, entertainers, political aides, and wealthy heirs... all mingling with practiced poise, seeking connections and advantage.

Some single men and women were already striking up conversations with their targets, navigating the social waters carefully.

Throughout the grand hall, voices murmured with gossip:

senior official

I saw some of the wealthy girls

second-rate family until his father’s influence boosted their

I heard he just broke up with his girlfriend. He runs a company

hard to get. Look at the annoying Norman sisters

Thirty-five years old. He is dating a middle-class girl, but his family doesn’t

way the Greystones will allow that

the US a few

excited.

A loss to mankind. Just look

He never stares at any woman’s bosom, always composed. Everyone knows

man for admiring protruding mountains when they’re in front of

flirtations, business conversations hummed just

just thinking of visiting you next week. My firm applied for the stadium reconstruction contract. I

of your financial struggles. What’s in it for me if I back

you visited last year? It’ll be yours on

a

"Done. Thank you."

made behind champagne glasses and veiled smiles. This wasn’t just a wedding... it was a marketplace of

commotion stirred near the entrance.

began greeting and exchanging words with several key

hailed from the prestigious Clifford family, and was well-regarded socially, he remained part of the second generation. The real authority in

association with the Chen family,

tactfully in the background. He knew how to read a room. Instead of drawing attention to himself, he redirected praise and conversation toward

masters... all well-groomed, well-dressed,

passed through clusters of guests. Many who had not yet had a chance to speak with James hurried to greet him near the stairs, eager

minutes later, another wave of murmuring rippled through the hall... this time

of the Clifford family, had