Mr. Lucas stood downstairs, looking at the light in Sienna Johnson’s room and feeling uneasy. He knocked on the door, but Sienna Johnson just told him to get lost. He didn’t dare to barge in, fearing he would offend Sienna Johnson. Please don’t let anything go wrong, Mr. Lucas thought, wiping his bald head, his brow deeply furrowed. Just as Mr. Lucas was feeling anxious, Adrian Desmond called. Mr. Lucas immediately answered the phone and said respectfully, "Sixth Master, has the wedding ceremony ended? Why did you call?" "She’s been in her room the whole time." "She hasn’t come out at all today?" Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs N()velFire.net "No. When I knocked on the door, Madam told us to get lost. Madam sounded like she was in a very bad mood," Mr. Lucas said tactfully. Adrian Desmond was silent on the other end for a long moment. Seeing that he was also worried about Sienna Johnson, Mr. Lucas reassured him, "Sixth Master, don’t worry, Madam will be fine. We have so many bodyguards watching the house. Unless Madam grows wings, she can’t possibly leave the Desmond Family estate." "Yes, Sixth Master," Mr. Lucas replied. Adrian Desmond hung up, his figure obscured by the shadows. He fiddled with the ring on his right ring finger, the one he had forced Sienna Johnson to buy back then. He had worn it ever since and never taken it off, while she often left the ring he cherished on the bathroom sink. She was truly unwilling, after all, he thought. Adrian Desmond removed the ring from his ring finger, gently caressing it. Suddenly, his hand slipped, and the ring rolled away. CLICKETY-CLACK... The ring tumbled all the way downstairs. Adrian Desmond hurriedly chased after it, following it down to the first floor, but he couldn’t find it. The stairwell was dimly lit. Adrian Desmond took out his phone, using its flashlight to search meticulously, inch by inch, starting from the level where it had fallen all the way down to the first floor. Still, he couldn’t find the fallen ring; it was as if it had vanished into thin air. He refused to believe it and searched every corner of the first floor again. Finally, Adrian Desmond took off his cumbersome suit jacket, knelt on the ground, and searched even the most hidden spots, not missing a single blind corner. He even returned to the spot where it had first fallen, but still, he found nothing. How is this possible? He had searched twice and still couldn’t find the lost ring. Adrian Desmond took out his phone and called Walter Klein. "Sixth Brother, where did you disappear to again? Everyone’s waiting for you." Walter Klein was also getting a headache. The groom kept vanishing all day. When others couldn’t find Adrian Desmond, they came asking him. As Adrian’s attendant, he’d been in a state of searching for the man the entire day. "Bring a few more people. Have them bring flashlights to the emergency stairwell here." "What’s wrong? Did something happen?" Walter Klein asked anxiously. Walter Klein was speechless. When Walter Klein arrived with a few men, he saw Adrian Desmond kneeling on the ground. He hurried over, squatted down, and asked, "Sixth Brother, what are you looking for?" "My ring. I’ve lost my ring." Walter Klein glanced at the ring on Adrian Desmond’s left ring finger and said, "Sixth Brother, isn’t your ring right there on your hand?" "Not that one. The one I usually wear on my right ring finger." Ah, so that’s it, Walter Klein understood. He lost the commitment ring he shared with Sienna Johnson. No wonder he’s so frantic. Adrian Desmond treasures that ring so much he doesn’t even take it off when he showers. "What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and find the ring!" Walter Klein ordered the men. They searched back and forth ten times but still couldn’t find it. Finally, Walter Klein asked doubtfully, "Sixth Brother, we’ve searched so many times and still haven’t found it. Are you sure you lost it in this spot? If not, should we try looking elsewhere?" "I lost it right here! My hand slipped, and the ring rolled away..." Adrian Desmond touched his now-bare ring finger, a hollow ache in his chest, as if a black hole had opened in his heart, impossible to fill. How could it possibly not be found? A staff member from the Wedding Planning Company found them. Seeing Adrian Desmond squatting on the ground, a flash of surprise crossed the staffer’s eyes, but he quickly concealed it and said professionally, "Sixth Master, the wedding ceremony hasn’t concluded yet. You’re still needed." Adrian Desmond had lost his ring; his only thought was to find it, and he was in no mood to deal with guests. "The essential parts of the ceremony are done. Let’s leave it at that." "But, this isn’t according to protocol..." Adrian Desmond had been irritable since he woke up that morning. Losing the ring now made him explosively short-tempered. He snatched a gun from a nearby bodyguard and pressed it to the forehead of the staff member who had spoken out of turn. "What I say is the rule! I’m in a foul mood right now, so don’t provoke me, or don’t blame me if I put a bullet through your head!" Cold sweat instantly beaded on the staff member’s forehead. He nodded repeatedly, stammering, "Whatever Sixth Master says, goes! I’ll go cancel the remaining parts of the ceremony right away." "Yes!" the staff member yelped. Despite his training, being threatened with a gun sent the staff member into a complete panic. He scrambled away, practically tripping over himself in his haste, cutting a truly pathetic figure. "Keep searching!" Adrian Desmond stubbornly insisted. "I refuse to believe that ring just grew wings and flew off!" Walter Klein sighed. "Sixth Brother, we’ve searched so many times already. It’s not..." "Go search!" Adrian Desmond commanded. "Alright," Walter Klein conceded, then reluctantly instructed the men to continue. Sixth Brother has really lost it, he thought. The blush from the ceremony had yet to fade from Melanie Carpenter’s cheeks as she stepped off the stage. She followed the makeup artist to touch up her makeup and change her clothes. Bella Ford quickly grabbed her hand. "Cousin, you look so beautiful today! You have no idea how many women out there envy you. I envy you too!" Bella continued, "Sixth Brother treats you so wonderfully, and today’s wedding is so romantic. The most important thing is that Sixth Brother has truly put his heart into this for you." A radiant smile never left Melanie Carpenter’s face. "I’m so happy today. I’ve never been this happy in my entire life. Even if I were to die right now, I would have no regrets." "Hush, hush! Today is your joyous day, Cousin. Don’t say such unlucky things. You still need to give Sixth Brother a son," Bella Ford said, genuinely happy for her. "Cousin, it’s wonderful to see you and Sixth Brother together . I’m so happy for you both." Melanie Carpenter removed her white satin gloves, pressing her palms to her face to cool her burning cheeks. "Mm, I want to have a child for Sixth Brother... A girl would be lovely too..." "Just one? That’s not enough! You need to have many." "You’re treating me like a sow!" Melanie Carpenter pouted playfully. Melanie Carpenter sat before the vanity mirror as the makeup artist styled her long hair into an updo. She was to change into a custom-made wedding gown. Its unique neckline, featuring a standing collar, was designed to further accentuate the graceful lines of her neck. Bella Ford gushed with praise, "Cousin, your gown is gorgeous! It complements your figure so perfectly!" "You’re such a sweet-talker today." "When Sixth Brother sees how beautiful you are, Cousin, he’ll be absolutely stunned!" Just then, a staff member from the Wedding Planning Company hurried into the dressing room and said to Melanie Carpenter, "Mrs. Desmond, Sixth Master just informed us that all remaining segments of the wedding ceremony have been canceled."