Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 24 - -Cynthia, happy wedding!

Albert only gave her a symbolic kiss before pulling away, and she lowered her head, smiling to herself with satisfaction. Since he insisted on such a high-profile wedding, she had no choice but to play along.

Everyone thought that the wife personally chosen by Vice President Wilson would be a stunning beauty, but they didn't expect her to look like this. Not only was she not pretty, but she also lacked the clean and graceful demeanor that should accompany such a position; instead, she appeared like a woman of the night.

Once the veil was lifted, it couldn't be put down again. So, she stood there, face painted with heavy makeup, beside him, accepting the blessings of friends and family, enduring the mockery of Grace Lancaster and Doreen Lancaster, and the curiosity and disappointment of others. She was indifferent to it all.

However, did this man have to hold her hand so tightly? One of her hands was gripped painfully in his vice-like hold, his strength so fierce it felt as if he might crush her bones. Waves of pain surged through her, but she couldn't ask for mercy; she had to face the crowd with a smiling face.

She changed into a fiery red mermaid dress, one he had chosen for her. The perfectly fitting size showcased her exquisite figure, but her face still gave people pause; she maintained the same makeup she wore during the day.

Standing at the door to greet the guests, she unexpectedly saw Bonnie walking toward her, smiling while holding onto a middle-aged man's arm. Her heart, frozen for an entire day, suddenly warmed at the sight of her friend. She stared at Bonnie in surprise, feeling a pang of emotion at the tip of her nose.

She remembered what Bonnie had said the night before the wedding:

"Cynthia, how could I let you be alone in such a murky environment, isolated and helpless? I will be your strongest support!"

She knew that with a caring friend by her side, even without family, Bonnie's words were meant to soothe her already tense heart. And now, she had truly come!

This was what a true friend looked like—someone who understood without needing to say a word, someone who felt what you didn't have to express.

The middle-aged man must have been Bonnie's father. He was also a prominent figure in this city, the leader of a gang called the "Sihai Gang," which had some ties to the underworld.

While BlackRock was the dominant force in Europe's criminal world, there were still many smaller gangs. As long as they kept to themselves and didn't infringe on BlackRock's interests, Geraint wouldn't bother them, allowing them to coexist peacefully.

Like her, Bonnie was also considered an illegitimate daughter in a big family, overlooked and unwelcome, facing exclusion. Their shared background and similar temperaments drew them together, and after experiencing the uncertainties of their youth, their friendship grew even stronger.

However, Bonnie was a bit better off; at least her father cared for her deeply. Due to the presence of his legitimate wife, he couldn't bring her openly into the Laurence family, while she didn't even know who her biological father was or where he was.

Standing beside her, Albert Wilson tilted his head slightly and met her radiant smile. The brightness of that smile overshadowed her striking makeup. The joy in his eyes was genuine, causing him to glance again at the girl named Bonnie. Did they know each other?

After some polite small talk, the banquet began. With Bonnie's quiet companionship, she found that the exhaustion of the day felt more bearable. Having someone by your side during your most bewildering and helpless moments, even if they said nothing and did nothing, was enough to bring you comfort.

At the wedding banquet, she met his brothers for the first time: the cold and proud Geraint in all black, the charming klutz in a dusty pink suit, and the silent yet wise Carbles in a royal blue gown.

What would it feel like to have three such distinct and charismatic men standing side by side, watching you intently? For Cynthia, the sensation was so intense that she felt as if she could barely breathe, especially with Geraint. His handsome, icy face was intimidating enough to scare anyone. She didn't even dare to glance in his direction.

At that moment, she was following Albert Wilson as they toasted at another table. Under the scrutiny of those three, her hand became unsteady, almost causing her to throw the wine glass she was holding. Albert subtly caught her glass, following her line of sight. A proud smile curled his lips, and he took his glass over to their table.

"Cynthia."

She had no choice but to follow behind him as they approached, since Marc often worked on the road, she had heard a bit about the four leaders of BlackRock but had never seen them in person. To her surprise, today she was able to meet them all at once.

"This is my brother, Geraint!"

He briefly introduced the man clad in black, who exuded an air of royalty. She stiffened her resolve and greeted him.

"Y-hello!"

Her tongue trembled a bit. She admitted she was scared of this man, feeling as though she would freeze solid from the cold aura radiating off him. She truly didn't know what kind of woman could live beside him.

Geraint merely glanced at her, raised his glass, drank, and then tossed her two words.

"Congratulations!"

"Hey, boss! Can't you give a smile? It's a joyous occasion, and look at how scared you've made Cynthia!"

Before she could recover from Geraint's chilling presence, she saw the man in the dusty pink suit lifting his glass with a friendly smile.

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"Cynthia, happy wedding!"

That one word, "Cynthia," sent her into a panic. Already teetering in her high heels, she stumbled forward at his call, losing her balance.

Fortunately, Albert Wilson, who was standing slightly ahead of her, turned in time to catch her, saving her from the embarrassment of falling. However, in doing so, she ended up straight in his arms. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his hold slightly, keeping her securely in his embrace.

She had never been so close to him in front of others before; the most they had shared was her holding onto his arm earlier. Her face immediately flushed bright red, but thankfully her heavy makeup concealed her reaction.

"Cynthia, are you okay?"

The culprit seemed to ask with concern, but his smile was anything but sincere, his peach blossom eyes flitting back and forth between her and Albert Wilson.

"Not—nothing!"

She gritted her teeth and spat out the two words. That sly klutz! If he hadn't repeatedly called her Cynthia, would she have felt this embarrassed?

Speaking of which, why was he calling her Cynthia? She didn't believe for a second that they were unaware this marriage was merely a mutual exploitation. They were clearly mocking her, enjoying her embarrassment! Yet the man beside her didn't intervene? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she instinctively pinched the waist of the person next to her, venting all her pent-up frustration on him.

Sure enough, he winced in pain, baring his teeth but unable to cry out. He could only glare down at her in irritation, while she secretly lowered her head, feeling quite pleased with herself.

Just as she was basking in her small triumph, another voice echoed, causing her to feel like she could spit blood.

"Cynthia!"

She looked up unhappily to see the man in the royal blue suit gazing at her with a profound expression.

"Since everyone has finished with their blessings, I wish you both—early birth of precious children!"

Cynthia felt like she was really going to spit blood. That cold Geraint and the klutz calling her Cynthia were nothing compared to that remark about having children. At that moment, for the first time in her life, she felt an urge to kill.

What a sharp tongue! This Carbles was definitely a sharp-tongued man!

With these thoughts simmering in her mind, she instinctively tightened her grip on the waist of the person next to her. He really did have a good bunch of brothers, each one quick-witted and ready to tease her; they were indeed birds of a feather.

What she didn't realize was that they teased her because they genuinely believed in her. If today's bride had been Doreen Lancaster instead, they might not have even bothered to show up.

They all knew that Albert Wilson was supposed to marry Doreen Lancaster, but unexpectedly, he switched to her. She must have something special about her to make the usually cautious Albert Wilson lose his head.

Today, upon seeing her astonishingly unconventional makeup, the three men couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration. Never before had a woman turned herself into a clown at her wedding; she was indeed uniquely independent.

Suddenly, Cynthia felt him stiffen beside her. She thought he was annoyed by her pinch and quickly looked up at him, only to see his smile vanish as he fixed his gaze on a point in the distance.

Confused, she followed his line of sight and saw a long-haired woman crying as she left a corner of the bustling hotel lobby. At that moment, Cynthia caught a glimpse of the woman's slender, graceful silhouette as she turned to leave.

In the next second, he smiled and told the nearby guests that he was going to the restroom. Only she knew that he was actually following that figure. The woman's previous seat was so hidden that, unless one was paying attention, no one would have noticed.

The warmth beside her suddenly withdrew, leaving her with a fleeting sense of emptiness. But she quickly regained her composure. This woman... must be the one who held a special place in his heart.