Chapter 210 Brian's shouts faded into the distance . Slowly , the whispering in the church quieted under Mark's calm , steady gaze . The priest cleared his throat and continued the ceremony . " My hands were still trembling , but Mark's warm grip slowly steadied me . We exchanged rings . He then lowered his head slightly . His breath brushed against my skin as he gently slipped the ring onto my finger . For a brief moment , I thought I saw the corners of his lips curve upward in a subtle smile . The rest of the wedding passed so smoothly that it felt unreal , almost like a dream. When the guests finally left , I stood at the church entrance . I couldn't help but watch the setting sun stretch my shadow long across the steps . Mark walked over quietly and stood beside me . He didn't speak right away , just gazed into the distance with me . A soft evening breeze lifted my veil . Immediately , Mark reached out to adjust it . His touch was so natural as if he had done it countless times before . After a long silence , his deep voice broke the quiet as he said , " Tomorrow is the project summit . Brian will be there and so will your parents . " I turned to meet his gaze . The streetlight cast shadows across his face . It made me hard to read his emotions . " Are you afraid I'll ... soften toward them ? " For a while , Mark paused before smiling faintly . His hand rose to rest gently on my head , letting his warm fingertips brushing through my hair . " " Of course not . I want you to see with your own eyes how far they've fallen ." His tone was calm yet firm . " When I saw how serious he was , something inside me trembled . His words struck a part of my heart I had been trying to ignore , breaking through the walls I had built . I panicked and lowered my head , my voice barely louder than a whisper as I told him , " Well then ... good night . " " After I said it , I turned and hurried toward the lounge as I didn't dare to look back . But after a few steps , I couldn't resist glancing over my shoulder . " Mark was still standing there , watching me with a faint smile . His eyes seemed to follow me and my heartbeat quickened uncontrollably . I turned away again and disappeared down the hallway . " Behind me , Mark's smile slowly faded . He pulled out his phone . In an instant , his voice turned cold and commanding . " Get the three members of the Wyatt Family out of the Herbert mansion . Make sure they're delivered to the summit on time tomorrow . Don't make any mistakes . " When his assistant confirmed , Mark ended the call and looked up at the darkening night sky deeply . The next day , the project summit was packed . The entrance swarmed with reporters holding cameras . Flash after flash lighting up the scene as they tried to capture every moment . They were all hungry to get who would win the biggest project . Inside , staff led Mr. Wyatt , my mother and Adeline to a corner of the venue . All three of them wore confident smiles . I thought that Brian knew that he had made a mistake , so he brought them to give them project . Adeline smoothed the hem of her skirt , then raised her chin proudly . She leaned close to my father and whispered smugly , " Dad , see ? I told you , Brian wouldn't dare to mess with us because of Lilian . Brian is determined to win this project . He'll definitely give it to us as an apology ." Mr. Wyatt nodded , looking with anticipation . I knew then that they truly believed this would be their victory . But in reality , they were walking right into Mark's trap . Elsewhere , Brian stood outside the conference venue with a gloomy face . After being thrown out by Mark's bodyguards yesterday , he had spent all night trying to reach me . But Mark had surrounded me with tight security , which left Brian with no way to get near me . [ Now , this summit was his only chance . As one of the event's main organizers , Mark would surely appear . So , Brian believed that I would be by Mark's side . Brian clenched his fists , his mind consumed by a single thought . He would take me away today no matter what it took . After that , he took a deep breath , straightened his suit and pushed open the heavy conference room doors . The moment he stepped inside , dozens of reporters turned their cameras toward him . The room filled with the sharp sound of camera shutters clicking in rapid succession . The game began.M Phose My Stater Over Me Loft for Butter Life