Chapter 379 I Will Come Again
"It looks like Ms. Jones doesn't want to see you," Matt said calmly.
George didn't respond, just stopped struggling quietly.
It would only make things worse if he forced his way in.
"Let him go," Matt signaled his men to release George. "George, please leave. If you try to break in again, we'll have to invite you to enjoy some coffee in the Auris Group's dungeon."
George straightened his collar, his gaze cold as he swept over everyone present. "Tell Michael, the game isn't over. I'll be at the wedding tomorrow."
Matt nodded impassively. "I'll pass on the message. But security will be tighter at the wedding tomorrow. For your own reputation, I suggest you don't make any futile attempts."
George turned and walked towards the door.
Before leaving, he glanced one last time at the closed window and whispered, "Emma, you'll know the truth, I promise."
The night wind blew, and George's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness. But everyone knew this was just the calm before the storm. Tomorrow's wedding was sure to be an unforgettable event.
Matt took out his phone and dialed Michael's number. "Mr. Michael Russell, as you predicted, he came, but we stopped him and sent him away. He also mentioned the memory alteration. But Ms. Jones didn't see him. Understood, we'll tighten security for the wedding tomorrow to ensure everything goes smoothly."
After hanging up, Matt looked in the direction George had left, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. As a professional security officer, he could sense George's relentless determination. It made him wonder, what kind of obsession could drive a man to fight so steadfastly against an unbeatable opponent?
Meanwhile, on the second floor of the villa, Emma sat by the window, peeking through a gap in the curtain, just in time to see George's departing figure.
Emma thought, 'Why won't this George give up?'
The private garden of the Royal Sapphire Manor was decorated like a dream. White drapes fluttered in the breeze, elegant lilies lined the red carpet, and sunlight streamed through the meticulously designed glass dome, creating a halo of sacred light. The wedding was just as Michael had promised—warm, simple, with only the closest family members in attendance.
Emma stood in the preparation room, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, the skirt flowing like water, luxurious yet understated. Mia was making the final adjustments to her makeup.
"Nervous?" Mia whispered.
Emma looked at herself in the mirror and nodded slightly. "A little. But mostly excited."
Outside, Michael, dressed in a sharp black suit, was chatting with Henry. His smile was warm and appropriate, but there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes. When he was sure no one was watching, he quietly moved to a corner and beckoned Matt over.
"Is everything ready?" Michael's voice was low.
Matt nodded. "All entrances are guarded, and the guests are only from the Stuart family and Ms. Jones's friends. We have people within a 600-foot radius around the hotel."
Michael squinted. "He will come."
"We're prepared," Matt assured.
Michael stepped closer, his voice almost a whisper. "If he insists on breaking in, don't hold back. If necessary..." He paused, a cold glint in his eyes. "Kill him. Ensuring the wedding goes smoothly today is worth any cost."
Matt was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained his composure. "Understood."
Michael patted his shoulder, a warm smile returning to his face as he turned back to the venue.
The wedding was about to begin, and Emma's friends and family were taking their seats.
Matt stood in a corner of the hotel lobby, staying in contact with the security personnel at various posts through his earpiece. His eyes swept over the guests, missing nothing as he watched intently.
"East entrance, all clear."
"West parking lot, no issues."
"North garden, secure."
Everything seemed under control, but Matt knew the real test was yet to come.
In the distance, a black sedan slowed down in front of the hotel. Inside, George wore a dark gray suit. The scuffle with the security personnel last night had left a faint scar on his face, adding to his fierce demeanor.
"That's the wedding venue up ahead," the driver informed him.
George nodded. "Stop here. I'll walk the rest of the way."
"Are you sure about this?" the driver asked, worried. "Michael won't let you in easily."
George's gaze pierced through the car window, landing on the lavishly decorated building. "I have to stop this wedding. Emma can't marry a man who's deceiving her."
After getting out of the car, George took a deep breath and started walking towards the hotel.
He knew what he was up against, but even if it meant using force, he was determined to take Emma away.
George approached the hotel from the west garden entrance. As soon as he stepped into the garden, he sensed something was off—it was too quiet, like an invisible net waiting for its prey.
"George, we just met last night. Didn't expect to see you again so soon," Matt's voice came from behind.
George turned to find Matt and six security guards blocking his retreat. They were dressed in tuxedos, looking like wedding staff, but the bulges at their waists revealed their true identities.
"I'm here to attend the wedding," George said calmly.
Matt sneered. "Guests without invitations are called intruders." He stepped forward. "George, please leave. This isn't the place for you today."
A look of determination flashed in George's eyes. "I have to see Emma."
"That's not going to happen." Matt waved his hand, and the six guards closed in. "Mr. Michael Russell specifically instructed that you must not get near the wedding."
George assessed the situation. "Six people? Michael is underestimating me."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly moved, dodging past the two nearest guards and sprinting towards the garden's depths. The guards reacted quickly, immediately giving chase.
Though George was skilled, he soon found himself struggling against the professionally trained security personnel. One guard lunged from the side, George dodged, but ran straight into another's grasp. A heavy punch landed on his abdomen, causing him to grunt in pain, but he gritted his teeth, grabbed the attacker's arm, and threw him to the ground.
"Stop him!" Matt ordered coldly.
Two guards pounced simultaneously. George barely evaded one, but the other grabbed his arm. In that moment of struggle, Matt approached from behind, pulling out a small taser and pressing it to George's neck.
A jolt of electricity surged through George's body, causing him to collapse, convulsing in pain. Matt leaned over him. "George, I didn't want to resort to this. But Mr. Michael Russell's orders were clear—stop you at any cost."
George, fighting through the pain, tried to get up. "Michael is scared, scared that Emma will realize she loves me."
"Loves you?" Matt scoffed. "Mr. Michael Russell and Ms. Jones are getting married today. That's the truth. And you, you're just a pathetic man who can't accept defeat."
He signaled two guards to drag George up, then pulled out a handgun, carefully attaching a silencer.
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