Chapter 271 The Wedding Was Called Off
On Sunday, under clear skies at Riverside Estate, an outdoor lawn wedding unfolded. The meticulously maintained lawn, kept lush by professionals, remained a vibrant green and served as a perfect backdrop for photos, even in November.
Upon arriving at the wedding venue, Ophelia led Juniper and Jenny on a tour of the expansive estate, capturing countless stunning photos before returning to the dessert table.
At the outdoor wedding, the violins played sweet melodies, and rose petals were scattered everywhere.
Ophelia looked around, frowning. "It's Michael's wedding, where's his sister who loves the spotlight? Why isn't she showing off at such a big event?"
"Maybe she's helping in the makeup room?" Juniper suggested.
Ophelia scoffed, "What could she possibly help with? Causing trouble? If she's not here, something's definitely up!"
Juniper, looking distracted, was about to sip her champagne.
Ophelia grabbed her glass. "Juniper, what are you thinking? This is alcohol, you can't drink it."
Juniper seemed down, not her usual self.
Ophelia glanced at Magnus, who was standing nearby with a glass of wine, chatting with Robert. She nudged Juniper's shoulder. "Are you really heading to Southern City tomorrow? You've been with Magnus for so long, it's a shame not to get married."
Juniper forced a smile. "Maybe a broken mirror is just that, it can never truly be whole again. After all these years of back and forth, maybe we're really over. It's ridiculous, in these seven years, we've never truly been together, so now I feel that being apart is normal."
Steeped in loss, it seeped into one's very bones. They began to see themselves as unworthy, and love as a distant shore never meant to be reached.
On the other side of the wedding venue, Robert, holding a glass of champagne, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Michael and I are both married now, only you aren't. Magnus, what's on your mind? Is not getting married more fun?"
Magnus took a sip of his drink and snorted, "Try getting a divorce and you'll know."
Robert was stunned.
In the makeup room, Sinclair was wearing a custom-made mermaid wedding dress, getting her makeup done.
Michael pushed the door open and came in. "How much longer?"
The makeup artist said, "Almost done, just need to apply the lipstick."
Sinclair looked up at Michael and asked with a sweet smile, "Do I look good today? Anything that needs fixing?"
Michael placed his phone on the dressing table, leaned over the chair, and looked at Sinclair seriously for a long time before smiling and saying, "The only flaw is that you're too beautiful today, I'm afraid someone might try to steal the bride."
Sinclair couldn't help but laugh, her face heating up. "Are you saying I'm not beautiful usually? Only today?"
"You're beautiful every day, but today you're even more beautiful." Michael smiled.
The makeup artist on the side said enviously, "You are so good with words!"
Sinclair asked, "By the way, where's Patricia? I haven't seen her at all. I sent her a message, but she hasn't replied."
Mentioning Patricia, Michael's eyes flickered imperceptibly. He picked up his phone and said, "I'll ask. You continue with your makeup, I'll go outside to entertain the guests."
"Okay."
After Michael left, Sinclair picked up the phone on the table and lit up the screen, realizing she had picked up the wrong phone.
They had the same phone model and neither had a phone case, so Michael had taken her phone.
She was about to call him to come back and switch phones.
A call from an unknown number came in.
Seeing it was a local number from the Imperial Capital, she figured it might be important and answered, "Hello, Michael's not here right now. If you need to talk to him..."
Before she could finish.
A middle-aged woman on the other end snapped, "Who are you? I need to talk to Michael urgently. If he doesn't handle this, I'll go to the police and expose his sister!"
Sinclair frowned. "I'm Michael's wife. Who are you? What do you need from him?"
The woman, speaking with an accent, said arrogantly, "So you're Patricia's sister-in-law? Fine, you can deal with this too! Just give me the money! She still owes me five hundred thousand dollars! Now I can't reach her, and she doesn't reply to messages! Did she run away?"
Sinclair was getting more confused. "Who are you? What did Patricia do?"
Could it be that Patricia gambled and owed money?
The woman's voice on the phone was sharp. "She told my husband to hit someone with a car, and now he's in jail for two years! She promised me a million dollars, but she only gave me five hundred thousand! If you don't pay the rest, I'll go to the police and tell them the truth!"
Sinclair was momentarily stunned. "Do you have the wrong number?"
"I didn't get the wrong number! Is your husband Patricia's brother, Michael, right? Don't think you can get away with this! A million dollars is nothing to you, I suggest you pay up quickly! Otherwise, it won't end well! My husband took the fall for the drunk driving accident, but Patricia was attempting murder! Think about which is worse!"
Sinclair thought, 'Car accident? Drunk driving? Attempted murder?'
A strong sense of unease surged in her heart.
Sinclair's heartbeat quickened. "What's your husband's name?"
"Dino!" the woman replied.
Sinclair was stunned, her mind buzzing.
The driver in her car accident was also named Dino.
Dino was a common name, but this was too much of a coincidence.
Sinclair, holding the phone, her delicate face turned pale.
Deborah Rodriguez was still shouting on the other end, "It's a good deal to spend money to clear your sister's name! My patience is limited! Don't push us lower-class people too far! Otherwise, I'll fight you with my life!"
Sinclair's ears were ringing, she couldn't hear what the other side was saying, she just numbly confirmed, "So, Patricia instructed your husband Dino to hit someone with a car?"
Deborah said, "Yes! Otherwise, why would my husband, who has been law-abiding all his life, do such a thing? If it weren't for my youngest son having leukemia, he wouldn't have done it!"
The door to the makeup room was pushed open again.
Michael came in, waving his phone, smiling. "Sinclair, I think we swapped phones."
Sinclair didn't turn around, still holding the phone to her ear.
The call had actually been disconnected.
She slowly looked up, through the dressing mirror, at Michael walking towards her, her eyes gradually reddening as tears fell.
Michael was stunned. "Sinclair, you..."
She handed him the phone, crying and laughing. "The wife of the driver in the car accident called you, asking for a million dollars."
Her voice choked, yet her words remained unusually calm, concealing a torrent of overwhelming emotion beneath.
Michael froze, his blood running cold.
Sinclair said to the makeup artist, "Could you please leave? We have something to discuss."
"Okay." The makeup artist looked suspiciously at the couple, feeling that there was a big problem between them. Judging by the bride's reaction, this wedding might be called off.
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