On this beautiful morning, a stretch Lincoln departed from Clearwater Bay, with Kristina Kingston and Mary also heading to the wedding venue. Kristina Kingston sat by the window; she was poised and elegant, and the red wedding mother’s dress she wore was particularly stunning. This was her first public appearance since the fire, and attending her son’s wedding made her feel extremely emotional. Mary had also dressed up and was sitting beside her. Follow current novels on novel[f]ire.net Compared to the lady’s happiness, Mary was rather glum. The bride was Monica Usher, yet Mr. Kingston did not love her at all. Lovers who cannot end up together will be a lifelong regret. What is the meaning of such a wedding? A red Bentley was also heading to the wedding venue, with Monica Usher in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel. Her pale face showed no expression, suppressing anger while disregarding the tearing pain. "President Usher..." Barbara Sutton, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at her now and then, wanting to speak but not knowing how to start. Monica Usher maintained a steady speed, "Don’t try to persuade me; I have a headache." Numerous scenarios of what was to come flashed through her mind. He lost his memory, yet still chose Mia Lane! What magic does that girl have? "President Usher, there will certainly be many media at the scene." In contrast, Barbara Sutton was rather frightened, "The groom is CEO Kingston, which naturally attracts attention, let alone two brides... That..." It’s simply unimaginable. Monica Usher’s lips curled coldly, "Wouldn’t it be better to make the scene grander?" "..." Love indeed makes people lose their minds. Thinking of Justin Kingston holding Mia Lane’s hand as they walked the red carpet, Monica Usher’s heart inexplicably tightened. That person she thought of day and night; it was impossible for him to belong to her anymore... The last fantasy had shattered, and no one would have it easy in the future! The wedding site was on the large lawn behind a seven-star hotel. Fresh flowers flown in early in the morning... Floating veils and fabric arts in the breeze... Posters of perfect wedding photos in groups... Warm and romantic candelabras... Seven-colored bubbles floating through the air... Ribbons wrapped around tables and chairs, balloons printed with love declarations... Every detail was crafted with care; these elements matched perfectly together, putting on a visual feast. The Kingston Group’s partners, the Kingston family’s relatives, CEO Kingston’s classmates... Various business moguls, political elites, and guests who received invitations all came. All the invited media had also arrived; they checked their equipment and already started filming the wedding scene, for this was a day everyone had longed for. "Hey, look! The bride in these wedding photos isn’t Monica Usher!" someone finally noticed. Her reminder attracted those nearby, and everyone looked at the wedding photo posters. "It’s Mia Lane! She’s the mother of the child!" "Wow! They look so well-matched!" Someone else asked with confusion, "What about the previous news? Wasn’t it said that the president was going to marry the group’s vice president? They even advanced the wedding date for it." "So surprising, high society is really unpredictable!" "It doesn’t matter to us, as long as we’ve been invited to broadcast and interview, it’s our honor. It won’t affect the viewership. Quickly check all the equipment again; don’t let anything go wrong at the critical moment, the wedding car should be arriving soon." "I think CEO Kingston marrying the child’s mother is a wise choice." "Yes, a work partner isn’t necessarily suitable for life together; isn’t personal and professional separation popular now?" As they finished speaking — The convoy led by a limited edition Lamborghini slowly drove into the wedding venue, and numerous photographers aimed their lenses. Under dazzling brilliance, the car door opened. The reporters stood still in the designated area, quickly capturing shots! Justin Kingston stepped out, appearing in everyone’s sight. His posture was straight, his presence as noble and pure as a prince. In his deep eyes was a hint of gentleness; he could become the focus of the entire scene at any moment. Like a gentleman, he bent down and extended his hand. Under everyone’s expectant gaze, Justin Kingston helped his bride out of the car.