Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 960 Too Ironic_1

For her future other half, Violet Nelson had been meticulously selective.

In the end, she chose Lysander Russell—a man of talent, prestige, and considerable wealth.

In fact, she had not completely made up her mind; with the wedding date set for the year’s end, she still had time to hesitate. There were many outstanding individuals in Kingsley; perhaps she could find someone even better?

With this thought, she intentionally kept her relationship with Lysander Russell a secret, preventing the press from making it common knowledge. However, when she learned that Purple Summers was getting married and had booked the entire Heavenly Phoenix Palace for the event, she panicked!

Purple Summers booked the whole place, whereas she could only afford to book two floors for her own wedding in the future—wouldn’t that be laughable?!

Fortunately, the man Purple was marrying was quite shabby; even his employment had to be sorted out by the president. Therefore, Violet persuaded the old lady to hold the wedding on the same day. Doing so could avoid embarrassment over the disparity in venues and might even earn her envious and admiring glances in comparison.

She began to anticipate this wedding like never before!

She was so looking forward to it that even her pickiness towards Lysander Russell seemed to vanish.

A sense of superiority filled Violet with happiness. She couldn’t wait to see Purple marry that mediocre and incompetent man, and when the time came, she would genuinely offer her blessings: "You are a perfect match!"

But why...

Why did it turn out this way?

Why was it Roy Howard?

The explosion was well-known, and even Violet in Kingsley had heard about it.

She heard that after Roy Howard’s death, his confidants had all fled to Pearlpoint. The steward, Zack Wallace, struggled to hold things together, but eventually, it seemed he couldn’t maintain it any longer and sold all of the assets to a merchant with the last name Summers.

After all the twists and turns, could it be that Roy Howard was that merchant with the last name Summers?... Alexander Summers?!

Violet’s throat felt choked, her blood seemed to freeze, and she lost all warmth, shivering with cold.

All of this was too ironic!

Had her careful planning led to her becoming the laughingstock of the entire city of Kingsley?!

Violet wanted to faint on the spot!

And the expression on Lysander Russell’s face by her side was extremely ugly at this moment.

Winning over the proudest belle of Kingsley was originally something to be proud of, and he had no objections to holding a joint wedding. During the Golden Week holiday, high-end restaurants often catered to several bridal parties on the same day—it was normal.

But the scale of the other party’s arrangements was so great that the other newlyweds inevitably became mere supporting characters. Who could stand that?!

Everyone wanted to be the main character of their wedding! And Lysander Russell, being a talented man of Kingsley, had always been the brightest among the crowd! When had he ever suffered such humiliation?!

The Russell Family today was a joke!

Lysander Russell harbored resentment toward Violet...

If it were not for this woman, he would not have had to face such an embarrassment!

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Alexander Summers walked into the banquet hall holding Purple Summers’s hand, surrounded by guests with laughter and congratulatory words filling the air, buzzing with festivity.

By the entrance, Violet Nelson and Lysander Russell were pushed aside by the incoming crowd, unnoticed by anyone.

A cousin of the Russell Family, acting as Lysander’s groomsman, hurried over to find Lysander and said, "It’s not good, there’s not enough seating. We still have a few tables of guests who can’t sit down. The manager of the restaurant is asking me if it’s alright to add a few tables in the corridor on the seventh floor..."

Lysander’s face was ashen.

He, the young master of the Russell Family, was reduced to making his wedding guests sit in a corridor?

Lysander could no longer bear such a disgrace, and, with anger, he turned and strode away!

The groomsman was stunned and quickly followed after him, leaving Violet standing there alone with a deathly pale face.

What a wedding. The groom had run away; only the bride was left.

How could the wedding go on?

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