âIf the Miles family insists on her attending this wedding, I will promptly escort the bride and our family away.â He turned to Damien, âDamien, is the private jet that brought us here still available?â
âOf course. Cheriseâs family is my family.â Damien offered Lambert a kind smile while hugging Cherise.
âFeel free to use it. You can even have it if you want.â
Lambert smiled lightly before turning to glare at the Miles familyâs servant. âWhat are you waiting for?â
Upon seeing his stern demeanor, the servant hastily scurried off.
Beckham initially intended to mediate, but Lambertâs actions left him looking grim. He restrained his anger and turned to Priscilla. âPris, weâre family. Isnât this excessive?â
âI donât consider you family,â Priscilla responded with a frosty smile. âInstead of claiming to be part of the same family, you should teach your daughter manners and respect.â
âWhy donât you look at what your daughter is wearing? How is it different from lingerie?â Priscilla turned and sat down. âNo, thatâs not right. Iâve overestimated her. She doesnât appear to be wearing any underwear at all.â
Is it my fault that sheâs using my daughterâs wedding as a platform to flaunt her body and entice men?
She claims sheâs not in the wrong and has a strong personal style. She also called us commoners. Is that also our fault?â
âI donât believe my son is being unreasonable. If all the Miles familyâs friends are like this, I refuse to let my daughter marry a Miles.â
âLook, lady. Do you think I wanted to come?â Gwenn spat out these words viciously and turned to leave. âIf my friend wasnât hosting this wedding, I wouldnât have bothered to attend!â
âAre you leaving already, Ms. Tanner?â Behind her, Damien spoke indifferently. âI assumed you would attend the wedding and gather some material to write a news article for SumTimes.â He sighed lightly.
âJournalists these days are so emotional. They can even forsake their work for personal feelings.â
Gwennâs hands clenched into fists at her sides. After a moment, she gritted her teeth and glared at Damien. âEven if I donât write an article, the editor-in-chief canât do anything. Who do you think you are?â
âMe?â Damien released Cherise and nonchalantly pulled out an acquisition contract from his pocket.
âIâm the owner of your company.â
Gwennâs body stiffened. At the next moment, she snatched the document from Damienâs hand. Her heart dropped, and she instinctively stepped back, swaying uncontrollably. What she held in her hands was a copy of the contract of Damienâs acquisition of SumTimes.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Damien had become her companyâs owner three days ago. In other words, this detestable man before her was now her boss!
âAs the owner of SumTimes, I require someone to cover the Miles familyâs splendid wedding.â As Gwenn gazed at him incredulously, Damien offered a faint smile. âTherefore, I had your supervisor assign you here. If you leave now, youâre neglecting your duties and disregarding a task assigned by the company.â
After her initial shock, Gwenn lifted her head and glared at Damien loathingly. âIf youâre now the owner of SumTimes, thereâs no point in me working there anymore.â