Chapter 659 Engagement
Emma felt a wave of relief wash over her as she turned to leave, only to realize her back was drenched in cold sweat. She knew Michael wouldn't trust her so easily.
This dangerous game was far from over.
"Michael, what else do you want besides controlling me?" she muttered under her breath.
Meanwhile, in Primrose's apartment, the floor-to-ceiling windows framed the bustling city nightscape, with neon lights making the city sparkle like a galaxy.
George stood by the window, a cigarette unlit between his slender fingers, turning it slowly, revealing his inner turmoil.
"Getting engaged in three days, isn't that too rushed?" Primrose sat on the leather sofa, her delicate fingers nervously intertwined. Her lavender silk nightgown highlighted her smooth skin, and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering softly in the light.
George turned around, his deep eyes flashing with determination. "Not rushed. That day is when Michael's influence in Sunterra is weakest. The Black River Gang has agreed to fully support our actions."
Primrose bit her lip, leaving a faint mark on her full lips. "But I'm really scared. Michael."
"Can't bear it? Have you forgotten how he treated you?" George strode over to her, staring intensely at her stomach.
A flash of deep hatred crossed Primrose's eyes, quickly replaced by worry. "I'm just concerned the plan might change."
"It won't." George's voice was low and powerful, filled with unwavering certainty. "This time, I'll make him pay, and get justice for everyone he's hurt."
In the luxurious bedroom, Emma sat alone at the vanity, holding a gilded invitation that glowed under the light like a red-hot iron, burning her fingertips. The names "George" and "Primrose" in gold lettering stood side by side, stinging her eyes, tears welling up.
"What are you looking at so intently?" Michael appeared silently behind her, his large hand resting on her thin shoulder, the pressure making her tense up.
Emma hurriedly closed the invitation, feigning calm. "Nothing, just some design drafts for tomorrow."
Michael chuckled, his long fingers taking the invitation without resistance. "George's engagement invitation?" He opened it slowly, his gaze lingering on the date. "Three days from now, perfect."
"Perfect for what?" Emma tried to suppress her trembling, but her voice betrayed a hint of unease.
Michael didn't answer, just gave her a meaningful look, as if he could see through all her pretenses. "Remember to prepare a generous gift, after all, it's family."
On the day of the engagement, the sunlight was exceptionally bright, casting a dazzling glow through the stained glass windows of the Gothic church.
Emma wore a dark green velvet gown, making her already pale face look even more bloodless. Standing next to Michael, she felt light-headed, as if she were walking on cotton, ready to collapse at any moment.
"Feeling unwell?" Michael glanced at her, his voice full of concern.
"No, it's just a bit stuffy in the church." Emma forced a smile, her fingers tightly clutching her purse, knuckles white.
Just then, Michael's phone rang abruptly. He stepped aside to answer, his calm expression gradually darkening, a storm brewing in his eyes.
"What happened?" Emma asked cautiously, her heart racing.
"There's trouble with the business in Sunterra," Michael said through gritted teeth, each word squeezed out. "I need to go there immediately."
Emma's heart tightened, instinctively looking at George, who was preparing to enter. "What about the engagement..."
"You stay," Michael said coldly. "Congratulate them for me." He turned and walked towards the church doors, his back radiating a chilling coldness.
Michael had only taken a few steps when he noticed Primrose at the end of the red carpet. She was adjusting her dress, her profile soft and beautiful in the light from the stained glass. Michael's steps halted, his brows furrowing. Every time he saw her, his heart inexplicably trembled.
"Ms. Wells," he called out, walking straight to Primrose, his voice unusually hesitant. "Have we met before?"
Primrose looked up, her pupils contracting slightly. She quickly composed herself, smiling gracefully. "You're joking, we don't know each other."
"Really?" Michael's gaze was sharp, scrutinizing Primrose's delicate features. "But the way you look at me, it's like we're old acquaintances."
Primrose's fingers dug into her palm, but her smile grew brighter. "Someone like you, it's not surprising I've seen you in financial magazines." She tilted her head playfully. "Last week's Business Weekly cover, you looked great in that navy suit."
Michael squinted, about to say more, but his assistant rushed in. "Mr. Russell! Time is running out."
"Let's go." Michael's expression changed, but he gave Primrose one last deep look, whispering to his assistant, "Find out everything about this Primrose. I suspect she might be..." The rest of the sentence was lost in the hurried footsteps.
Once Michael was gone, Primrose's tense posture relaxed slightly. She looked towards the church doors, a cold hatred flashing in her eyes, quickly hidden by a sweet smile.
"What's wrong?" George had appeared beside her, his warm hand gently on her waist.
Primrose shook her head, adjusting her bouquet to the perfect angle. "Nothing, just an old acquaintance not recognizing me." She looked up at George, her eyes filled with affection. "We should go in."
The solemn organ music began the wedding march, and Primrose walked slowly, arm in arm with George. She wore a white lace dress, her smile sweet and charming, like a princess from a fairy tale. George, in a perfectly tailored black suit, looked handsome and elegant.
Emma stood at the edge of the red carpet, feeling her breath grow more labored, her chest heavy. She watched George tenderly adjust Primrose's veil, carefully place the ring on her finger, and smile at her before the priest. Each scene was like a sharp knife, cutting deep into her heart.
"Now, I pronounce you officially engaged." The priest's solemn voice echoed through the church.
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