"Huh? Wyatt, why isn''t Be here?" Lance did not give up. He craned his neck to look out.
"No need to look. Be is still injured and unable to greet guests. I''ve asked her to rest at home
recently, so she won''t being over tonight," Wyatt calmly said.
"Wyatt, this is not fair. You said you would bring Be. Why did you go against your words?
Furthermore, how are we guests? We will be a family in the future!" Lance nagged, but he felt
confused. Wyatt sat down. "If you care about Be, you''ll let her rest and stop tiring her out."
Before the horse racing event, Lance met with Wyatt privately.
They had a great talk, and Wyatt was satisfied with his youngest son, patting his chest and
guaranteeing that he would facilitate this marriage alliance to let Be marry Christopher and be
Lance''s daughter-inw.
Lance also considered Charles''s marriage. After all, Charles was still his flesh and blood, the son he
doted on the most, apart from James.
So, Lance wanted to use this opportunity to have a double celebration, proposing another marriage
between the families. This time, with Amelia and Charles.
Initially, with Amelia''s background as a mistress''s daughter, Lance felt she was unworthy of Charles.
But now that Charles was left with one leg, he had no right to pick and choose, and the unimpressive
Amelia suddenly seemed like a valid choice.
Therefore, he brought Charles here tonight to meet with Amelia.
But he could not understand why Wyatt, who had approved of Christopher as his son-inw, did not
bring Be. Wyatt''s attitude was also colder than before.
Christopher''s interest was gone, and he downed a ss of wine sullenly.
Unaware, Amelia was dressed in an elegant, whiteced dress, making her skin look fairer. As she was
a dancer, her posture was graceful and stunning. Her exposed calf was fair and straight, looking like a
wless piece of art.
Usually, Be''s beauty and presence were too dominant, so Amelia was easily ignored.
However, the two sisters had their own unique type of beauty.
Charles had been recuperating in the hospital for a long time, not seeing any women apart from the few
nurses. Now that he saw Amelia, he could not look away.
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As a man, Christopher could see through Charles'' dirty thoughts at a nce. He curled his lips and
sneered.
The dishes were served, but Wyatt barely touched his utensils, seemingly without appetite.
Amelia sat beside Charles, and he was attentive to her, pouring wine and helping her with dishes, but
Amelia only responded politely, not touching anything he took for her. She only had eyes for Steven
and felt it was a sin to even look at other men.
"Wyatt, the horse racing event is over. What we discussed..."
Before Lance could finish his words, Wyatt finally spoke. "Lance, I know you adore Be. You have
held her since she was a baby and treated her the same as your daughter. I also know that Christopher
loves her. He''s good to me and always does things thoroughly. He''s a junior that I like very much.
However, we can''t force love. Be''s heart already belongs to another. I trust you know who that man
is." Wyatt''s words caught Lance and Christopher off guard.
Christopher''s dark eyes were filled with viciousness, entangled with bloodlust, and his exquisite
features were stiff and tense. Even if he said nothing, he still exuded a terrifying chill. Seeing
Christopher''s spectacr expression, Charles could not help but smile gleefully.
He thought, ''Christopher, you wanted to marry Ms. Be and be Chairman Thompson''s son-inw
so that you could control the Iverson Group and go against James, right? Fucking bastard. Dream on!''
"Wyatt, what do you mean? Didn''t we agree?!"
Lance frowned angrily, turning red-faced at Wyatt for the first time. "We''ve been friends for 30 years.
I''ve treated you better than your own brothers did! Back then, you were the target of an assassination.
A sniper hid on the rooftop, but we didn''t even know where he was. But even so, I still dared to stand in
front of you to shield you from the bullets!"