Xanthe answered the call immediately . A husky masculine voice came through . " Still awake this late ? Are you too excited to sleep because you're marrying me tomorrow ? " Hearing the teasing in his voice , Xanthe's anxiety eased a little . " Trevor , have you seen the rumors online? " " I have ." Her palms began to sweat . " Do you ... have anything you want to ask me ? Or any second thoughts ? " There was a long silence on the other end before he finally said , " I do ." Those two words made Xanthe's heart sink . She'd expected this . Of course he'd care - what mar wouldn't ? " If you've changed your mind about the wedding , you can tell me . I won't blame you . I understand if- " But Trevor cut her off . " Hey , what nonsense are you talking about ? A tiny hiccup like this and you're ready to run ? Giving up on me again ? " She blinked , caught off guard . " I - I never said I was giving up . I just thought ... you might care ." " Care ? You were nearly destroyed by Barrington and everything he did to you . I'm still hurting for you - why would I care about that kind of thing ? " Xanthe , you came into my life and stirred everything up . Now that you have , don't think about running away again , okay ? " The wedding's happening tomorrow , exactly as planned . If you dare try to run , I swear I'll drag you there myself ." His words were overbearing , even threatening - but they gave her a strange sense of comfort . " Don't worry . I'm not going anywhere . Tomorrow , I'll be the most beautiful bride in all of Chicago . ' With his words lingering in her mind , sleep soon overtook her . Trevor didn't hang up either unti he heard her breathing even out and knew she was asleep . After ending the call , he talked to his secretary . " President Michelson , we've already scrubbed everything online . Our team is monitoring the situation closely . Not a single negative comment about Ms. Wentworths will get through . " Trevor took a sharp drag from his cigarette . " What about Barrington ? Have you located him ? " The secretary lowered his head in shame . " We looked into it right away , sir , but he slipped away . He's back in Springfield ." Trevor narrowed his eyes , a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth . " Springfield ? That's not like him . Keep your eyes on the wedding tomorrow . If he dares show up - take him down . No holding back . " The secretary visibly shuddered . His boss was known for being composed ; this kind of deadly intent was rare . The next day 12:44 pm A The next day , the wedding proceeded as planned . The ceremony was held by the sea , arranged jointly by the Wentworths and Michelsons . Trevor had rented out the entire coastline , remembering that Xanthe had loved the ocean since she was a child . As the guests arrived dressed to the nines , parents from both families greeted them warmly . Meanwhile , Trevor stood in the golden sunlight , his white tux almost glowing . " Sir ," the secretary came over with an update , " we've swept the area . No sign of Mr. Connolly . " Trevor gave a slight nod . " Good . Let's begin . " With all guests present , the wedding march began . Trevor stood at the center of the stage , a bouquet of flowers in hand , waiting for his bride . Soon , Xanthe appeared in a dazzling white gown , the lights catching on every detail , illuminating her like a dream . Her father held her arm as they walked forward , step by step , toward Trevor . The closer she got , the brighter her smile became - pure happiness radiated from her . But just as she neared the stage , chaos struck . Out of nowhere , Vionnet burst through the crowd , shoving Holden aside . She held a knife , pressing it to Xanthe's neck . The blade sliced skin in an instant , the bride's blood soaking into the pristine wedding gown . " You psycho ! Even if you kill me , you won't get away with this ! " Xanthe had braced herself for Barrington to pull something - but she'd never imagined Vionnet would be the one to show up . Vionnet laughed , the sound chilling . " You already ruined my life . If I can't live happily , then we'l die together ! " The scene erupted into chaos ; guests screamed and backed away , too afraid to intervene . Meanwhile , Trevor approached slowly , his voice cold and deliberate . " Vionnet , let her go Whatever you want , I can give it to you ." But the uninvited guest just let out a deranged laugh . " What is it about you , Xanthe ? Why do all the men fall for you ? Tell me ! If you were gone , would they finally choose me instead ? " As she spoke , she pressed the knife even closer to Xanthe's throat . Xanthe dared not move , not even to speak , terrified it would hit an artery . " What the hell do you want , Vionnet ?! " The CEO's Sporotan , Danic - ad .