Chapter 445 I Disagree
Odette wasn't the only one eager for the wedding to start. She was practically fuming in the dressing room. "Where the hell is Quentin?"
She had been stuck in there all morning, unable to move freely in her wedding dress.
Everyone around her was too scared to speak, keeping their distance as if they were afraid of her wrath.
With no outlet for her frustration, Odette took it out on the makeup artist, grumbling, "Why is everyone so quiet?"
"He should be here any minute," the makeup artist replied, which only made Odette angrier.
She swiped her hand, knocking the tools out of the makeup artist's hands.
Her eyes blazed with uncontrollable fury, her brows knitted tightly together as she vented, "Always the same answer. Can't you say something different?"
Seeing that asking wasn't getting her anywhere, Odette grabbed her phone and called Quentin.
Quentin was busy coordinating with the police. They were setting up a plan to rescue Kimberly, who was being held captive. Once the police reached the area, they would signal Quentin.
When he saw Odette's call, he frowned and answered impatiently, his voice cold and clipped, "What do you want?"
"Quentin, where are you? I haven't seen you all morning," Odette said sweetly, her voice dripping with honey.
"Setting up the venue," Quentin replied curtly.
Before Odette could say another word, Quentin cut her off, "I'm busy. Hanging up now."
After coldly ending the call, Quentin turned back to the police to finalize the plan.
Once everything was confirmed, he walked to the decorated venue, greeting people along the way.
Lauren was chatting with Sophia when she heard the commotion. Turning around, she saw Quentin.
Quentin stood out in his suit, his sharp features and cold demeanor making him even more striking in the crowd.
Lauren stared at Quentin as he approached, momentarily lost in thought.
His eyes were as cold as ever, and he seemed indifferent to those around him, exuding an air of aloofness.
Quentin noticed Lauren watching him. A wave of sadness washed over him; he wanted to hold her tightly, but even a gentle touch seemed impossible. He turned away, steeling himself.
Despite the romantic decorations, the wedding lacked any real romance. People weren't talking about the wedding; they were chatting about their things.
Lauren continued to stare at Quentin from afar, a hint of bitterness in her expression.
Quentin was looking for Noah, but Noah was also searching for Quentin, and they kept missing each other.
Eventually, Noah returned to the venue. Quentin found him, gave him some instructions, and left with him.
Odette sat in the dressing room, sulking. She stared at the mirror, her face full of worry, and complained, "Why hasn't it started yet? Why hasn't anyone told me anything?"
Just then, she heard hurried footsteps. Noah entered with two flower girls to inform Odette.
"Hey, Odette, it's time to get ready," Noah said.
Odette finally felt satisfied.
She quickly fixed her appearance, making sure everything was perfect before heading to the wedding venue, lifting her dress with excitement.
Quentin was waiting for Odette. As soon as she saw him, she started to whine, "I haven't seen you all morning."
Quentin responded indifferently, "I didn't have time."
Odette pouted and took Quentin's arm, complaining, "I've been thinking about you all morning."
"You'll have plenty of time later," Quentin said, scanning the area. Not seeing Gregory, he asked hurriedly, "Where is Matthew?"
Odette frowned and let go of Quentin, scolding, "Quentin, this is our wedding. Can't you prioritize?"
"I promised you Gregory would bring Matthew out, and I won't break that promise. I saw Matthew earlier; he must be playing somewhere," Odette lied, but Quentin didn't believe her. He nodded coldly, still searching for Matthew.
Gregory was well hidden, and Quentin couldn't find him despite looking for a long time.
"Isn't it starting yet?" Odette asked, sensing Quentin's tension.
Quentin shook his head and glanced at his phone.
The police had reached the outskirts, ready to rescue Kimberly once the wedding began.
"Quentin," Odette called shyly, "It's time. The priest and guests are waiting. Let's not keep them waiting."
Quentin nodded expressionlessly, as if he weren't the groom.
Odette happily took Quentin's arm, looking blissful as they walked awkwardly into the venue together.
The long music made the atmosphere romantic, but the wedding was far from peaceful; danger lurked beneath the surface.
Gregory was hiding with Matthew, watching Quentin.
Matthew stood behind Gregory, glaring at him defiantly.
Matthew struggled, trying to break free from the man in black holding him.
Gregory was already tense, and Matthew's constant resistance made it worse.
"My dad will beat you," Matthew muttered.
Gregory turned sharply, gripping Matthew's shoulder tightly, "If you keep this up, I'll throw you off."
Matthew, a child, became obedient under Gregory's threat, though his eyes remained fierce.
Gregory had the man in black cover Matthew's mouth.
Quentin and Odette were now standing on the stage.
The priest looked at them solemnly and asked, "Do you, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, take this man to be your husband?"
Odette nodded excitedly, "I do."
She glanced smugly at Lauren, as if flaunting her marriage to Quentin, but Lauren didn't care.
Lauren had no intention of letting the wedding continue.
Quentin took advantage of Odette's distraction to send a signal on his phone, and the police immediately began the rescue operation.
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