She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 667: Wedding in ProgressOriginal content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The child in front of him was Selah's daughter? He didn't have time to take a good look at her earlier, but now, as he carefully looks at her, he saw a resemblance between her and Selah. "No wonder... She's having that necklace."

It's the one he gave Selah.

The man's eyes filled with a mix of shock and desolation, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

Cheyenne scratched the back of her head, suddenly at a loss for words.

"Sir, do you know my mother?"

The wild man choked up, taking quite a few seconds before finally speaking with a lingering tone, "She's my old acquaintance. Where is she now? How is she doing?"

Upon hearing this, Cheyenne lowered her head, biting her lip lightly as she answered his question.

"She's been dead for a long time."

"I've never seen what she looks like since I was born."

The moving car suddenly came to a halt, the huge inertia causing a heart-wrenching sound as the wheels and the ground scraped against each other.

Looking closely, there was still a deep black mark on the ground.

The wild man, worked up, grabbed Cheyenne's hand with a grim face, his dark voice filled with uncontrollable emotions.

"What did you say? She... she's dead? When?"

His hand suddenly gripped her arm with considerable force, causing Cheyenne some pain. She thought there would definitely be a bruise on her arm. "Why are you so surprised, sir? My mother died right after I was born."

"How about your father!"

Father?

Any thought of George made Cheyenne's face show undisguised derision.

She said indifferently, "For me, father is unnecessary, the same with or without him."

"I've already cut off the ties with him."

The girl's attitude when it came to "father" surprised the man, and the anger emanating from him suddenly diminished.

In its place was concern for Cheyenne and a sense of injustice for Selah.

"Was he not good to you and your mother?"

As soon as the words fell, they were met with Cheyenne's sarcastic self-mockery.

"Of course he was! Before my mother died, he already had an affair outside. And for me, growing up, I never once received a word of praise or encouragement from him. In his eyes, there's only that woman and her child."

These words infuriated the man, he couldn't believe that the woman he had treasured in the palm of his hand could be treated so indifferently by another man.

If Cheyenne was his and Selah's daughter, he would definitely treat her with all his heart, absolutely not like that man, unappreciative of the good fortune he had.

If he had known that after letting Selah leave him, she would experience all of this, he would never have chosen to let go of her hand even if it meant death.

The atmosphere inside the car was cold and suffocating, two people who had never met, yet because of Selah, shared the same emotions.

Surprisingly, even their way of expressing emotions was the same-keeping their heads down and not speaking.

Finally, they arrived at Wind Hall.

Cheyenne opened the car door, prepared to get out, only to find that the rugged man in the driver's seat showed no intention of getting out behind her.

She raised a curious eyebrow and kindly inquired, "Aren't you getting out?"

The rugged man shook his head, revved the engine, leaving only the sound of the engine roaring.

"No need, I have something to take care of," he said.

He wondered why Selah hadn't followed the route he had arranged for her and gone to find Abel with the map.

The car quickly turned into a small black dot, gradually disappearing from Cheyenne's view.

She gazed with her bright, clear eyes for a while, revealing a hint of deep thought and complex emotions, and finally let out a gentle sigh before walking into Wind Hall.

In the forest behind Lara Mansion.

In this extremely cold winter, the woodland retained the appearance of midsummer, with endless green grassland contrasting with purple flowers in the woods, brimming with vibrant life.

The path in the woods was covered with a red carpet, and romantic pink balloons were tethered to the tree trunks. A floral archway at the entrance was flanked by half-meter high flower baskets. This Disney-like forest theme for the wedding was Elsa's request. Both the Lara and Weaver families attached great significance to this union, so they spared no expense in arranging the wedding scene. The purple flowers were planted only a week ago, flown in from overseas by plane. The pink roses at the entrance were freshly picked yesterday.

Elsa's wedding gown alone was worth billions, adorned with 999 diamonds, and the pearl crown she wore was the same one worn by the Queen of Metshire when she ascended the throne at eighteen. After her passing, the crown was housed in the Grand Art Museum, becoming a treasured exhibit. Renting it for a day cost ten million dollars.

But this amount was insignificant to the Weaver family. As the future heir of the Weaver family, Elsa's value far exceeded this expense.

Moreover, the embarrassment of the

previous wedding where the groom fled at the last minute had left her utterly humiliated. This time, she demanded that the Lara family make a grand and splendid display to salvage her dignity.

As the romantic and melodious "Wedding March" played, Elsa appeared before the crowd in a flawless trailing white wedding gown. The off-the-shoulder design showcased her delicate and

beautiful collarbone, though ove

was

quite a struggle for her to endure the cold.

The waist was adorned with 999 scattered diamonds, forming gorgeous, enchanting amaryllis

flowers that extended to the hem et

The fishtail design trailed three to four meters behind, carried by two flower girls, creating a scene as

picturesque as a fairy descending to

earth, truly dazzling.

Seated in the VIP area, her mother smiled elegantly as she watched her daughter enter with her husband, the applause never-ending.

To her left sat Leon, the spirited chairman of the Lara Group, dressed similarly.

"Leon, from now on, our families will be connected. When Elsa marries into your family, I hope you can show her understanding and take care of her. She can be a bit temperamental," her mother said. "Not at all. Omari is also quite willful. Please be understanding," Leon replied gracefully.