Chapter 534 Unearthing the "Scandal", Tarnishing the Truth
Susie shrugged, trying to look innocent, her eyes lingering on the wine glass. Her voice was filled with fake helplessness. "Brooklyn, why are you trying to scare me? Even if you kill me, it won't change anything. I'm just a trophy wife in the Shen family. Marc doesn't listen to me."
Her tearful act didn't stir any sympathy in Brooklyn; it only made her feel disgusted. Susie's whole demeanor, the way she tried to be seductive, made Brooklyn feel sick.
"Susie, if you're just a trophy, then maybe you don't need to be one anymore. Who knows when you'll break, and no one will be there to clean up the mess."
Brooklyn's words were cold as she sparred with Susie, but her mind was on Quinn's safety.
Susie let out a bitter laugh, like she was choking. "You're really something, Brooklyn. I didn't misjudge you; you're heartless. I'm begging you, why won't you help me?"
Brooklyn shook off Susie's hand. "Susie, you chose this path. Even if you have to crawl, you'd better finish it. Do you think I'll keep giving you everything just because you cry? Grow up, Susie. You're a mother now, stop being naive!"
With that, Brooklyn turned her attention to the newlyweds on the red carpet, ignoring Susie.
Susie glanced at the spiked champagne glass. When Brooklyn wasn't looking, she swapped it with the glass Brooklyn had set down.
Then she held the wine glass and stepped back, her eyes fixed on it.
Kelly came out of the restroom as the officiant praised the bride. Megan and Lawrence walked towards Simon, who was waiting at the end.
The crystal chandeliers and floating lotus lamps in the pool made the scene look like a dream. Kelly silently cursed, "Damn it!"
Rich people! Even if Megan was a schemer, she had put a lot of thought into the wedding.
Reporters were snapping photos of Megan from every angle, as if they wanted to plaster her face all over the news.
Damn, Megan might be a schemer, but she was stunning. Kelly admired her while cursing internally. The dress was nice, the jewelry was nice, the high heels were nice, and her figure was even better...
What a waste of good looks.
Kelly popped a macaron into her mouth. The lively and romantic atmosphere made her lower her guard, and she treated it like an ordinary wedding.
Brooklyn watched the newlyweds on the red carpet, expressing their feelings, and dialed Quinn's number.
In Marc's car, Quinn's phone lit up.
Quinn glared furiously, the phone held by a man in black, just a few feet away. But Quinn's hands and feet were tied, his mouth covered with tape. He couldn't answer the phone, let alone speak.
Damn!
The men in black, wearing large sunglasses, sat menacingly on either side of Quinn.
Quinn gritted his teeth, his eyes wide, his throat emitting muffled sounds of struggle, "Mm! Mm!"
The men in black sat silently, on high alert to prevent Quinn from escaping. The cramped leather seats made the car feel tense.
The man in black in the passenger seat laughed softly, a creepy sound. "Don't worry, we mean you no harm. You're safe. We're just inviting you for a cup of tea. Afterward, we'll send you back unharmed."
Damn! No one invites someone for tea like this!
Quinn struggled, kicking and growling like an angry lion, but the men in the car remained unresponsive.
Damn it!
Minutes ago, someone had invited him into the car, saying Marc was waiting inside. But as soon as Quinn got in, a gun was pointed at his head, and he was tightly bound.
There was no sign of Marc in the car!
By the time Quinn realized what was happening, it was too late.
Now he sat helplessly in the car, bound with ropes, surrounded by four burly men, including the driver. His chances of escape were nearly zero.
As the phone screen flashed, Quinn saw Brooklyn's call.
His heart tightened. He had been suddenly kidnapped, yet they hadn't done anything to him. Could their target be Brooklyn?
Damn! He had fallen for their trick, a classic bait-and-switch.
Damn it, he still had the gift from Sebastian meant for Brooklyn. How could he have made such a foolish mistake?
The call went unanswered, and then the phone was turned off.
Brooklyn dialed again, but it was already off.
Quinn must be in trouble, but Brooklyn had no one to send out to check. If she went out recklessly, would she fall into their trap?
Damn it!
"Simon, do you take Megan to be your wife, to love, protect, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, until death do you part?"
The officiant's question echoed through the microphone, and Brooklyn realized the wedding had reached this stage. She lowered the phone from her ear, rubbing her temples. Quinn, you better be okay!
Kelly sneaked over, smiling enviously, "Hey, did you have this part in your wedding? How did you answer?"
That memory was a bit distant. "We just went through the motions. When I married Sebastian, a lot was left unsaid. I thought he didn't love me, and he thought I didn't love him. We misunderstood each other for years, causing a lot of pain."
Thinking of the mistakes made due to pride, Brooklyn felt deep regret.
"Megan, do you take..."
Kelly gazed dreamily at the newlyweds, almost drooling, "Brooklyn, seeing them get married makes me want to get married too. Wearing a wedding dress is so beautiful, and every woman should have a wedding in her life. It doesn't need to be grand, just being with the one you love is enough. Oh, I'm so jealous of them!"
Brooklyn nodded, teasing, "Sure, let me know when you get married."
"I'll tell you when I meet the right person!"
Flashbulbs darted between guests and the newlyweds, everyone watching Megan holding her bouquet and waiting for her to say, "I do."
After a moment of suspense, Megan nodded sweetly, "I do."
Applause erupted.
"Now, the groom may kiss the bride."
Megan leaned in, passionately kissing Simon amidst the applause.
Seeing Brooklyn pick up the glass from the table, Susie finally relaxed her tense expression, sipping her champagne, waiting for Brooklyn to drink.
"Next, let's share the joy of the bride and groom's journey together, their happy moments. The images are sweet, so single folks, brace yourselves!"
The emcee shouted, and a high-definition video played on a large wall, showing Megan and Simon's photos from childhood to adulthood, year by year. It was so beautiful and warm.
It made people believe they were truly in love. If Brooklyn didn't know better, she might have thought their love was perfect.
Brooklyn picked up her champagne glass and took a sip.
Kelly continued to chatter about the romantic atmosphere, while Brooklyn checked the time. Almost twenty minutes had passed. Where was Quinn?
"Kelly, I'm heading back. I won't stay for the reception."
"What? Really?"
"I have something to take care of."
"Oh, okay."
Guests were engrossed in the video when suddenly the room fell silent!
Too fast! It was as if someone had cut off their breath. The audience stared at the screen, stunned! On the screen...
Kelly's eyes widened, her expression almost tearing her face apart. Her mouth formed a big O, "Oh my God, this..."
Brooklyn lowered the glass from her lips, her breath suddenly halted!
The entire screen showed her!
No, it was her old face! The real Brooklyn's face!
On the enormous screen, Brooklyn lay on a bed, barely clothed, the hotel suite strewn with disheveled clothes, women's dresses, high heels, stockings, lingerie, men's suits, pants, belts, shoes...
A man, naked, faced away from the screen, leaning over the bare-skinned woman!
The next image showed Brooklyn lying on the bed, covered only by a thin blanket, her chest exposed, her long legs hanging off the bed, eyes closed, waiting for the man...
Brooklyn's glass shattered into pieces.
She stared at the screen, bewildered. What was this?
She had indeed gotten drunk once, waking up alone in a hotel, unaware of what had happened. But she clearly remembered waking up fully dressed!
Yet these photos filled in the gaps of her memory, and in such a public way!
What was going on? Did she... No! Who was this man? Where was his face?
The guests' eyes were now locked on her!
Brooklyn, the wife of Sebastian from the Kingsley family, had been with another man all along!
And the photos were dated just after their wedding.
It meant Brooklyn had been with another man the day after her wedding!
"Unbelievable! Did Sebastian get betrayed all these years? She dared to get married and then... Oh my!"
"God, Sebastian probably doesn't know about this!"
Brooklyn's legs trembled. She stared at the screen, at her shameful self. She couldn't believe it, couldn't bear it!
Impossible! It couldn't be! She remembered Sebastian saying he had misunderstood her back then! But where did these photos come from? Who was the man? What had happened?
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