After divorce I am a billionaire
Chapter 356 Bride-kidnapping?

They chatted and walked out of the dungeon and got into the car going to the Duke's house.

In a short time, they arrived at the front door of the Duke's house.

Chad just got out of the car and his eyes were instantly drawn to a familiar tall figure in front of the door.

The man was wearing a dark black coat, with an upright posture and a cold, stern and reserved temperament, as if he was standing at the door waiting for him on purpose. Although wearing a mask and hat, the man's entire face was hidden in the darkness, but Chad still recognized him at first glance.

In an instant, his eyes were red. Almost forgetting the injuries all over his body, he jumped over and embraced him regardless.

The man smiled and patted his back, mocking him, "I haven't seen you for only half a month. Why has your nature become soft and flabby?"

Chad frowned slightly, not answering. His arms circled him, claiming the warmth of his body like a brother.

The girl, who just changed her name into "Isla", came over and reminded, "Chad still has whip wounds all over his body, so tap gently, he'll hurt!"

The man's dark eyes glanced at the girl and silently withdrew his hand on Chad's back, "Looks like you had a good harvest on this trip. You abduct such a cute girl." Isla smiled shyly, "Hey, hey!"

At the time, Anthony was on his way back to Arzew Palace.

He looked out the window at the darkening sky and instructed Mason in a grim voice, "Tomorrow night, before you send Chad on board, replace a way to kill him and get back the serum." "But... he is very talented, and we can't use guns in public. Ans we can't send too many people. It'll attract attention. In that case, I'm afraid our people are not his opponents." Anthony narrowed his eyes. The ruthlessness on his face didn't diminish, "He's not healed and can't beat us. Just do as I say."

"Yes."

Mason, who was sitting in the passenger seat, just answered when his cell phone suddenly rang.

His expression instantly became grave and he turned back to Anthony, "Master, the man we sent to the dungeon said that Chad is missing!" Anthony tightened his eyebrows, "Check!"

Mason sent a message. Ten minutes, he looked at Anthony once again and felt vexed, "Master, we can't replace him. He's like vanishing into air!"

"He's in a cell with ankle bracelets. Are you trying to tell me he's got wings and is flying?" Anthony stormed, "Check again! Find out who has been in the dungeon today. Check the visitation records!" "Master, although you have a privilege order given by Princess Cayley to freely enter and leave the dungeon, you don't have the authority to view the visitation records."

Anthony gradually calmed down, "Forget it. He has not got the serum. He is not going to leave Europe Swye. Tomorrow he will definitely appear!"

Counting the days, he thought Malcolm's life should be coming to an end.

After the tomorrow, it was almost over, right?

This night was destined to be a sleepless night for all.

Early the next morning.

Lyra was called up early by the maid to freshen up.

Anthony bought her a full set of new cosmetics, all non-additive, non-toxic and non-harmful to pregnant women. Lyra didn't like others to help with makeup, so she still did it herself.

An hour later, Anthony sent the wedding car to pick her up to Florence Cathedral.

The cathedral was full of guests, all of whom were members of royal families.

Princess Cayley and Caesar were helping Anthony with the guests, but Harrod was not here.

Lyra looked at the bustling church scene through the car window with little expression. The wedding car went around to the back door of the church and Lyra entered the lounge Anthony had prepared in advance.

She only wore a wedding dress and had not yet started to do her hair and put on veil.

The ceremony was about to begin, and she went to get a comb from the table. She was ready to do the hair.

She just raised her hand, but it was held by a pair of warm hands.

Through the mirror, she looked up.

It was Anthony.

She immediately drew back her hand and asked coldly, "What are you doing here if you're not greeting the guests?"

"With my mother and Caesar up front, I can have a time to come over and help you." Anthony picked up the comb on the table and gently brushed her hair.

"You actually know how to do my hair?"

Lyra was a little incredulous.

"A few days ago, I took the time to learn from a stylist." Anthony smiled dotingly. His star-like blue eyes looked extra serious when he was combing her hair. Lyra didn't stop him, sitting quietly and letting him fiddle with her hair.

He moved skillfully and quickly put Lyra's long hair up. Then he helped her put on her veil, and the sparkling crystal crown.

After helping her dress up, he looked at Lyra, who was so beautiful in the mirror, and admired her gorgeous face.

"Lyra, my most beautiful bride! This is a scene that I have fantasized about ten years ago. The only thing I don't regret in ten years is falling in love with you." Lyra lowered her eyes and didn't answer.

The maid knocked on the door to remind, "Miss Lyra, the ceremony starts in fifteen minutes!"

"Got it."

Lyra lazily shouted towards the door and got up to get ready to change into her high heels. On her way over, she came directly in slippers.

"I'll do it."

Anthony pressed her shoulder and sat her back in her chair.

He took out a delicate shoe box from beside the high heeled shoe rack and opened it. Inside was a pair of white soft flats.

Lyra was slightly surprised, "When did you prepare the flat shoes? It's your wedding today. Haven't you always wanted a perfect wedding? What kind of bride doesn't wear high heels during the ceremony?" Anthony got down on one knee and got closer to her feet, reverently holding her feet up in his palms.

"It's a wedding for both of us. For me, as long as the bride is you, it's perfect."

He helped her put on the flat shoes and said seriously, "I checked last night, pregnant women better wear less high heels. It will be bad for the baby, so I ran late at night to pick a pair of soft shoes. I didn't have time to tell you."

Lyra looked at him in bewilderment, with some complicated feelings.

If he loved another woman who also loved him, he would be happy.

Unfortunately...

She gloomily lowered her eyes, suppressing the heartache and emotion that had inexplicably risen inside her heart.

The church was full of guests, and the music played by the violinist and piano musicians jointly sounded cheerful, sacred, and melodious.

Accompanied by music, Anthony came from the entrance of the church to the red carpet step by step, and stood beside the priest.

His joy couldn't be hidden on his face. It seemed that he had not been more happy than this day in his life.

When the time came, the music changed abruptly.

Wearing a pure white floor-length wedding dress and holding a bouquet, Lyra appeared at the entrance of the church and slowly walked down the aisle in Anthony's direction with the solemn wedding march. When she arrived at the priest's side, the priest began to ask for vows.

"Charles Lance, will you have Lyra Lloyd to be your wife? To love and protect her from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and to be faithful all the days of your life, until death." Anthony gazed at Lyra, and his pupils seemed to glow with light.

He barely hesitated, "I do!"

Princess Cayley, who was seated in the first row, was both moved and relieved to wipe her tears with a tissue.

On the stage, the priest looked at Lyra again.

"Lyra Lloyd, will you have Charles Lance to be your husband? To love and honor him henceforth, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and to be faithful all the days of your life, till death do you part."

Lyra kept her head down and did not see Anthony's eyes, nor did she answer, falling into a long silence.

The priest was slightly confused. All the guests also looked at each other. And the atmosphere was a little unusual.

"Lyra, you have to answer." Anthony called out to her softly, reminding her with his eyes about the super virus serum.

The priest asked again, "Miss Lyra, do you wish to marry Charles Lance?"

Lyra took a deep breath, closed her eyes and said against her conscience, "I ..."

"She won't!"

A man's calm and cold voice suddenly came in from outside the church door.