Chapter 340
Chapter 340
Mila remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on the pages of her book. “She won’t be able to tie the knot.”
Phoebe replied, “She won’t be marrying Mr. Morrison. Knowing she can’t win him over, she’s tuming to money to influence her connections in Sunterland to acquire your ID card and household registration. She plans to marry using your identity.”
Mila stared at Phoebe in shock.
Phoebe’s expression darkened as she hurriedly took a seat beside Mila. “Your grandmother is already arranging the wedding. Do you know who the groom is?”
“I don’t care who he is. How could Grandpa allow this?’ Mila voiced her unease.
Phoebe sighed, “Your grandfather naturally objected, but he couldn’t dissuade Sally’s stubbornness, nor your unreasonable grandmother.”
Mila clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth. “Sally will go to any lengths to inherit the Hoffis family’s fortune.”
What can we do?” Phoebe grasped her hand. “Mila, if she marries into Norvania’s elite using your identity, it will lead to endless complications.”
“An elite?” Mila exclaimed, growing increasingly frustrated.
Phoebe nodded. “Yes, the groom’s father is the mayor.”
Mila felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, fully grasping the gravity of the situation.
If they went ahead with the marriage, she would undoubtedly encounter another round of political scrutiny and investigations upon returning to Sunterland.
Then, she’d have to navigate the intricacies of her mamage in Norvania.
A myriad of complications would inevitably follow.
“But troubles aren’t the most alarming,” Mila murmured thoughtfully. “What truly worries me is the prospect of Sally marrying into Norvania and gaining inheritance nights.
“Once she establishes control over my grandparents’ will, she might resort to harming them without any remorse.”
Phoebe grew anxious. “Then what are we waiting for? Tomorrow, they’re hosting the engagement banquet at the Phoenicia Grand Hotel.
“And the day after that, they’re planning to officially register their marriage. The wedding itself will probably take place in about a month.”
Mila remained hesitant. “But what will happen to my parents if I reveal my identity?” Phoebe reasoned, “Mila, your parents may already be deceased. Even though you haven’t found their bodies, you can’t continue enduring humiliation and allowing Sally to exploit your identity just for a glimmer of hope. Ultimately, it could endanger your grandparents!”
Mila’s expression darkened as she grappled with her emotions, lost in thought.
“Should I ask Nate about this?” Mila proposed.
Phoebe sighed in resignation. “Mila, can’t you see? Mr. Morrison has long wanted Sally and Oliver out of the picture. He’s been tolerating them because of you.”
With determination in her eyes, Mila declared, “Very well, tomorrow, at the Phoenicia Grand Hotel, we’ll put on a grand spectacle and expose Sally’s true nature!”
Phoebe’s face brightened with a smile, her excitement palpable in her voice. “Mila, what’s your plan?”
Considering Dario and Samuel are unable to leave prison, we’ll have to bring her biological mother, Betty, as well as Sienna.”
“Okay,” Phoebe agreed, reaching for her phone to begin making arrangements. After a moment of consideration, she asked, “Do you think we should arrange for a DNA report?”
With confidence, Mila declared, “That would be unnecessary. Let me handle the rest. There won’t be any mistakes.”
Very well,” Phoebe replied. She was confident that if Mila felt assured about something, it would undoubtedly turn out fine.
The following day, head lines buzzed with the news of the engagement between Norvania’s wealthiest man’s granddaughter and the son of Phoenicia’s mayor.
The upper echelon of Norvania’s business and political spheres graced the grand engagement banquet.
Having foreseen Sally’s tactics, Nathan remained composed upon receiving the invitation.
He instructed Cole to bring an armed elite squad to be on stand-by outside.
Should Wanda choose not to intervene, he would silently follow her lead.
However, if Wanda decided to disrupt the wedding banquet, he would offer his unwavering support.
At the Phoenicia Grand Hotel, the opulent banquet hall was adorned with breathtaking floral arrangements and a canopy of twinkling stars, creating an enchanting ambiance.
The expansive banquet hall, adorned with a grand stage, served as the backdrop for an exquisite array of food and wine. The air was filled with the sound of glasses clinking, adding to the vibrant atmosphere.
Milla had not received a formal invitation. Instead, Zach discreetly provided her with an entry pass.
She graced the occasion in a flowing white gown, her long hair cascading elegantly around her. Her attire was understated yet refined, akin to a pristine jasmine flower-fragrant, yet unassuming.
Meanwhile, Phoebe was dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, a practical choice for safeguarding Mila.
Mila and Phoebe stood in the corner, each holding a glass of red wine, quietly enjoying the enchanting plano melodies.
They observed the bustling crowd at the banquet, patiently anticipating Sally and her fiancé’s arrival.