Chapter 1183 Yandel Finds Out Too
Instead of answering Jerome’s question immediately, Samuel merely eyed him and responded with another question, “What do you mean by what’s going on?”
Jerome glanced at the woman standing next to Bastien before directing his gaze to Samuel again. “You should know what I’m talking about! Tell me what you’re planning to do today. I’d be sure to help you as long as I’m around. She just doesn’t love me, but when it comes to my feelings, I’ve never felt any less for her than you do!”
It was only after those words had fallen from his lips that Samuel could confirm Jerome had also found out the truth.
“Okay.” Meanwhile, Yandel was utterly bewildered by the baffling conversation between the two men. “Jerome, Samuel, what are you guys talking about? Why is it that I can understand every word you’re saying, but when I put everything together, I don’t seem to get it at all?”
Yet, neither Samuel nor Jerome paid him any heed. The two of them turned around and headed toward somewhere less crowded.
Yandel remained frozen in place for nearly a minute.
The wedding on that day was suspicious, to begin with.
Bastien, Jerome, and Samuel—all three of them had loved Natalie deeply.
In spite of their different statuses and personalities, they harbored a deep affection for her. She was the only woman who could make them do irrational things that deviated from their usual behaviors.
There’s no one else who can do that but Boss.
Yandel was no fool.
It was just that his mind had been set on the fact that Natalie had died, and he was drowned in so much grief that he could not think any further.
But if Boss isn’t dead, how do we explain that body that looked just like hers? Who was cremated that day, then? And if Boss is still alive, where is she now? Why would she let the people closest to her think she’s dead and grieve for her?
Then, Yandel fell into great shock as suspicion arose within him.
He raised his head abruptly and looked toward the center of the stage.
Realization suddenly dawned on him as he stared at the meek-looking woman next to Bastien.
It’s her? It’s actually her?
Yandel stood still like an idiot, his eyes slowly reddening.
Thank goodness that Boss isn’t dead!
No longer in the mood to enjoy his glass of champagne, he strode toward the spot where he had last seen Samuel and Jerome. I can’t be an ordinary spectator like the other guests here.
Joyful music resonated across the lively large hall, making the atmosphere especially festive and delightful.
Bastien and Lunetta’s wedding ceremony was slated to begin in ten minutes.
As the attendants escorted Mikhail into the hall, the music came to a stop, and the entire place was filled with a dignified silence.
The king displayed his innate regal bearing with every move he made.
Every prince, lady, distinguished guest, and attendant stopped what they were doing as soon as they saw him and proceeded to bow to him per custom.
Then, Mikhail sat on his throne and looked at the audience.
Having lived a life full of rich experiences, the middle-aged man concealed the emotions in his eyes so well that no one could tell what he was thinking.
That was Natalie’s second time meeting Mikhail.
During their first encounter, she rejected Bastien’s marriage proposal before him.
On that day, she was meeting the king face-to-face once again, but as Bastien’s soon-to-be wife.
Oh, the irony.
Natalie gripped the silk ribbon in her hands subconsciously.
It was not because she was nervous. In fact, she had always treated Mikhail as a regular middle-aged man rather than the king of Loang.
He’s just like a middle-aged executive who manages a company, except that he runs a country as the king. That’s all there is to it.
At that moment, she was only mulling over how she would call off the absurd wedding.
