Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies
Chapter 972: The Wedding Battle (6)

William's entire body relaxed.

He sat on the couch, bored, flipping through those magazines on the coffee table.

Somehow, it started to get irritating.

And his body began to burn and heat up, making him pull his tie away in displeasure.

But the dryness did not disappear, but became more intense.

What the hell?

William furrowed his sword brows and knew he definitely had a problem with this.

He tried to stand up, but fell back onto the couch.

The vision followed a blur and could only see a woman in a clean white wedding dress approaching towards herself.

"I'll help you, okay?" The woman asked in a soft voice.

William's brain has been completely out of control, haphazardly responded to a good, then a pull over the woman, a haphazard kiss up!

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In the front of the banquet, Ms. Michelle was entertaining the crowd with a big smile.

Although the smiles on everyone's faces looked forced.

Not surprisingly, who else would be happy to be called to a wedding reception on such short notice?

And also have to shell out so much gift money to the very annoying Ms. Michelle.

None of them would have wanted to come if they hadn't gotten in the way.

Ms. Michelle doesn't care about that at all.

After receiving the gift, he invited the other party to take a seat and went about his business in an orderly manner.

Suddenly, a white envelope came into her sight.

In a crowd of red red envelopes, this white envelope stands out.

The worst thing is, this is a wedding, give a white envelope, what do you want!

Ms. Michelle immediately looked up and met Rupert's softly smiling dark eyes.

"Mr. Robertson," Ms. Michelle sank her face, her tone extraordinarily unpleasant, "what do you mean by that?"

"Out of the gift money ah, I heard that my sister-in-law is going to marry my cousin's own brother, this relationship is too messy, a time did not bother to prepare the red envelope, just take the envelope to make up for it." Rupert said sarcastically.

Ms. Michelle instantly understood, "So you're here to crash the party?"

"I'm not a smasher, I truly came to congratulate, do not believe you see the envelope, five million checks, who came to smash the venue, and send five million?"

Ms. Michelle half-heartedly opened the envelope and saw that there was indeed a check for $5 million inside.

Her expression eased slightly, but still with a few moments of displeasure.

"Then I'll reluctantly believe it, Mr. Robertson you can take your seat." Ms. Michelle said, took the five million and turned to leave.

"Ms. Michelle, I have a big present for you later, it's at Mr. Porter's." Rupert called out from behind her.

Ms. Michelle pretended not to hear and walked away.

But the mind has begun to panic a little.

How did the big gift prepared by Rupert end up in Mr. Porter's hands?

Does it mean that the two people have known each other for a long time? No, she must hurry to check it out!

With that thought, Ms. Michelle headed towards the back of the lounge.

But before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by a little one.

When I looked at it, it was Damon.

"Get off the little thing or don't blame me for being rude." Ms. Michelle said impatiently.

Damon's wild grape-like eyes carried a subconscious fear.

This is the fear left to him subconsciously.

But once he thought of today's plan, he still clenched his little fist and stood still with gritted teeth.

Clearly organized, and very clear diction, "I remembered what happened back then, I took your secret chip, if you want it, come with me!"