The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1261

A calm voice quietly chimed in, the tone soft but the words landing clear and strong on everyone’s ears.

Chloe’s raised hand froze mid–air. She blinked in surprise, then slowly turned towards the entrance.

At the banquet hall entrance, someone was pushing a wheelchair inside. The lady in the wheelchair wore a hat, her head slightly lowered. From Chloe’s position on the stage, she couldn’t even see the woman’s chin. But her hand shook slightly, her gaze glued to the woman in the wheelchair, as if she were a toddler learning to walk, cautiously turning to face the crowd.

The crowd once again parted, all eyes on the lady in the wheelchair, curiosity piqued.

“Who’s she?”

“No idea.”

“Where’d she pop up from? Seems like she’s here to back up Ms. Summers.”

The wheelchair finally came to a halt not far from the stage.

Jonah, who had been standing by, swayed a bit, gazing at the woman in disbelief. How could this be?!

He took a few steps forward, excitement taking a hold of Him, but suddenly remembered the current situation.

had failed

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it. The Alonsos were brazen enough to say Chloe was a nobody, treating her like she was

was too ashamed to face her.

you? What do you mean by what

bright if you can’t even understand plain language.”

business, this is between the Alonsos and the Harpers, and has nothing to do

It was clear that she commanded the

by a woman in a wheelchair,

other was impulsive and rude. Despite standing on a stage and bearing the title of Mrs. Alonso, Grace seemed crude compared to the woman below.

the Harper family, but the CEO is actually set to marry Miss Summers. The Harpers, the Summers,

one to

laughter. “Or what? Her grandmother’s ready to abandon her, her grandpa can’t stand up to her

“So even by family status, the Summers can’t even muster a decent

than marry a stuck–up Alonso. Don’t you find yourself ridiculous?” Grace’s eyes twitched. She glared at Alyssa, her face a grimace of anger and pain, “So, Alyssa, you’re really throwing away our friendship

the crowd. “Friendship should be mutual, not something you can

the woman in the wheelchair. “Who the hell are you? I warn you, if you know what’s good for you, stay out of my way. What right

soft voice lingered, after a long pause, and the woman in the wheelchair slowly raised her hand,

tight, her body shaking slightly, her heart pounding uncontrollably. Her eyes quivered, tears burning at the corners. She bit her lip, her gaze locked on