In the study next door, the books on the shelves were organized by genre, all limited editions unavailable in regular bookstores, mostly on financial management and global economics. Thɪs chapter is updated by N0veI.Fiɾe.net Justin Kingston sat down on the sofa by the window, turning his gaze towards the window, as night had fallen. The rain had stopped, and a miraculous moon hung in the sky, its light bright and clear. He withdrew his thoughts and dialed Finn Morgan’s number, "Busy?" "When the president calls, how could I be busy?" Finn replied casually, "What can I do for you?" "I’ll go with you to check out the wedding venue tomorrow." He was composed, his voice calm and magnetic, "The wedding will proceed as planned, but the bride needs to be replaced." "Miss Lane?" Finn guessed. "What do you think?" Justin really wanted to knock his head, then he quickly asked seriously, "Do you have any photos of me and her? How many do we need? If it’s not enough, we can take more tomorrow, there should still be time." "Really... really going to marry Miss Lane?" Finn was taken aback. "What else? Marry Monica Usher?" "No." Finn laughed, "You’ve kept so quiet, I thought you had compromised." "Let’s get back to business." Justin sipped some tea. "I do have photos, from when you and Miss Alice acted as ring ambassadors at the castle. I have the negatives here, and they’re in high definition, you can review them tomorrow." "Alright." Justin pondered, "Don’t tell anyone about this, and switch the photos overnight before the wedding. Tomorrow is just to see if there are any new ideas on-site." He never went before, but now with a new bride, he was taking it seriously. "Rest assured, since it’s your wedding, the planning team doesn’t dare slack off," Finn said, "I’ve inspected the site four times, couldn’t find any flaws, but if you want to go, I can accompany you." Because Mia is the bride, he’s paying attention to every detail. "I plan to remove Monica Usher from the company after the wedding, just to save her dignity, can you draft a resignation letter for her? Publicly, say she resigned voluntarily." "Should I handle it?" Finn seemed to have gotten a tricky task. "Who else?" Justin said coldly, "I don’t want to see her." "..." Finn felt like he couldn’t handle it, what if she doesn’t sign? What if she refuses to leave? In the study, Justin was still instructing Finn. Mia Lane was packing in the bedroom. Aunt Zhou and Butler Shelby were on the rooftop, having just set it up warmly and romantically. New potted plants were brought in, some blooming in white and pink flowers, their fragrance subtle and enchanting as the evening breeze blew. Tea and snacks were prepared, and a bottle of mood-setting red wine with two crystal goblets was also arranged. Even the tablecloths were switched to an elegant style, making sure each light strip wrapped around the railing sparkled. Finally, Butler Shelby scattered rose petals across the rooftop. After checking everything, they quietly withdrew. At the bedroom door, Justin stood with his arms crossed against the doorframe, gazing deeply at the girl’s back inside, "Finished?" Sitting at the table and flipping through an album, Mia Lane turned her gaze, closing the album, she watched him walk towards her and stood up. "Come, let me take you somewhere." Justin took her by the hand and led her out of the bedroom. She didn’t ask where because they were heading upstairs. Arriving at the rooftop, Mia was stunned by the sight of romance and scenery. Red wine, snacks, tea, roses... Before she could react, Justin gently turned her shoulder, cupped her small face, and instinctively kissed her tender pink lips. Under the bright moonlight, Mia instinctively held his waist, responding to the kiss. In that electric moment, Justin’s body temperature rose, a rush of heat flooded his brain, countless lost memories began to piece together in his mind— The first meeting with her seven years later, in that impoverished small village, in front of the bamboo house. The first time she came to Emerald Cove, signing an agreement for the child. Their first hand-hold, first kiss...