Harper saw that they were deadlocked over the gift, so she took a step forward, took the document bag, looked at them, and said, “We appreciate this gift, but we do not want you to have any unnecessary disputes now because of it. It’s Taya’s big day. Come on, let’s enjoy!” Her words relieved the tension among the group, and they all agreed. Harper smiled and handed the document bag to the company’s financial manager. “I’ll help collect it first. As for whether to accept it or not, let’s discuss it after the mating ceremony so as not to delay the auspicious time.”
Harper’s reminder, combined with Taya’s firm decision, eased the previously darkened expression on the faces of the Knight pack. Griffon glanced at Silas again and noticed that the man in the wheelchair was staring at Taya without any attempt to hide it. He felt a bit uncomfortable and sympathetic at the same time. In short, these complex emotions made him very restless. He simply grabbed Taya’s hand and walked towards the backyard. Out of sight, out of mind… Taya followed him and asked in a small voice, “Are you jealous again?” Griffon snorted and his tone was full of arrogance, “Why would I be jealous?” He wouldn’t tell her that when she ignored him and walked towards Silas just now, he felt like dying inside. Taya glanced at the hand that was tightly holding hers, a happy smile spreading across her lips. He was clearly afraid that she would run away, but he still stubbornly denied it.
He was like a proud and contradictory peacock. She looked up at Griffon’ handsome profile and asked, “Mr. Peacock, where should we hold our mating ceremony?” Griffon lowered his long, curly eyelashes and frowned as he asked her, “What peacock?” Taya lowered her hand that was holding up the front of her dress and patted his arm, “I just gave you a nickname. How does it sound? Do you like it?” On their mating ceremony day, Griffon, who had been angered by her twice, pinched her cheek and said, “You just wait, tonight I will make you beg for mercy and cry…” Taya fearlessly lifted her chin and said, “If you don’t like it, you can call me Zelus instead.” Taya shook his arm and asked, “Tell me quickly, where are we going to have the mating ceremony?” The man seemed to be coaxed by her, and his previous fear dissipated a bit. “Ireland,” he said. Ireland, a place where unmate is prohibited. He chose this place to tell her In his mating, there was no unmate, only widowhood. Wearing a pristine white mating ceremony dress and suit, the couple looked like a perfect match as they walked towards the lawn, chatting and laughing along the way. Following behind are the people from the prestigious Knight pack, the bride’s friends, and her niece. Other than that, there was a makeup team of around forty people, as well as over a hundred essional bodyguards accompanying them… They all boarded the helicopters one after another, while the man sitting in a wheelchair watched as the helicopters flew across the sky.
After a long while, he lowered his gaze and stared at his own legs for a while before saying in a calm tone, “Camille, after returning to Imperial, go to the Cooke pack and call off the engagement.” He and Ms. Cooke signed an agreement and do not love each other. Everything was just a matter of mutual benefit. Ms. Cooke pretended to be engaged to Silas in order to avoid pressure from her pack to get mated. He was afraid that Taya would feel guilty and not be able to confidently choose Griffon. Now she has overcome the emotional barrier and told him directly and honestly that her life cannot be without Griffon. So, this agreement was now meaningless. Everything has come to a complete and final end… “Mr. Sterling, actually Ms. Cooke is not bad either, why don’t you…” Camille was interrupted by Silas before she finished speaking. mating ceremony with Nora is approaching soon… Do you need any gifts? Let me know.” Camille looked at the pale-faced man and gently shook her head. “I don’t need a gift, I just hope you can overcome the darkness in your heart.” Looking back over the past thirty years and into the future, there were still thirty more years of long and endless time waiting for him. Why should the president of the Sterling pack stay stuck in one place, clinging to the past and imprisoning himself with his own limitations, all for a woman who no longer loves him? Silas looked up again and gazed at the sky. The helicopters were still flying rapidly toward the blue sky and white clouds one after another… “If you live your whole life for just one person, you’ll find that you can never break free.” “And, you see…” Camille followed his gaze and looked up at the sky. “What are you looking at?” Silas smiled and said, “See, the weather wasn’t as good on the day we got mated.”
This was enough to prove that he was not a good match for Taya, only the man named Griffon was, because even the G od was blessing them. When Edith arrived late at the villa’s entrance, she saw Jackson, who had once been rumored to be engaged to her. Edith walked over and greeted him politely, “Mr. Sterling.” Silas ‘s admiring gaze slowly fell from the sky. The person in front of him was wearing a strapless silk haute couture dress in an elegant and noble off-white color. Silas only glanced at her once, then withdrew his gaze, politely nodded his head, and didn’t say much. Edith also nodded at him and turned to walk towards the lawn where the last helicopter was parked. T On February 14th, Valentine’s Day, over a hundred helicopters flew over Arcadia, circled around, and landed at the airport. Half an hour later, fifty white planes rushed toward Ireland. National News Report: “On February 14th, the private jet of Griffon Knight, the CEO of the Knight pack, arrived in Ireland for a mating ceremony of the century. It is reported that the mating ceremony cost one billion dollars and was held in a luxurious and breathtaking venue.” The accompanying journalists were only able to take photos of the venue before the arrival of the newlyweds. Prior to their entrance, all journalists were asked to leave the venue. The journalists were unaware of the identity of the bride, whom the CEO of the Knight pack had pursued for few years and spent a fortune to mate.
They disguised themselves and waited behind tree branches to catch a glimpse. Soon, hundreds of luxury cars adorned with ribbons and balloons were parked at the castle entrance. The lead mating ceremony car decorated with lychee roses had its door slowly pushed open from the inside. A man in a white suit, with a cold and noble demeanor, stepped out of the car. His well-defined fingers reached toward the people inside the car. The reporters clenched their teeth in excitement, held their breath, zoomed in on their cameras, and aimed at the CEO of the Knight pack Soon, a small, slender, and translucent white hand was placed into the broad hand. The man’s hand tightly held onto the small hand and carefully led the person inside out.