Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau-Chapter 561 - 301: Taboo

Spring Spencer lifted her eyelids and glanced at Blake Leaf, saying nothing and not discarding the cigarette in her hand. Instead, she took another drag and exhaled a thin cloud of smoke.

This look made Blake Leaf’s heart itch.

He had never seen Spring Spencer like this, not her usual dignified, elegant, and shrewd image, but somewhat wild, somewhat alluring, leaving him bewildered.

Unable to help himself, Blake Leaf sat down beside Spring Spencer.

Spring Spencer still said nothing, merely glancing lightly at her watch.

Blake Leaf pursed his lips and whispered, "Spring, if you hadn’t consistently refused to marry me, how could I have ended up with Summer? She’s not as beautiful as you or as clever..."

But smarter in knowing how to seize opportunities.

Blake Leaf muttered to himself, not daring to say it aloud.

If Spring Spencer hadn’t voluntarily given up her rights to inherit from the Spencer Family, Blake Leaf would have chosen to persist with her. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Anyone with a discerning eye could see Spring Spencer was more capable than Summer, and Spring’s mother’s influence was quite powerful too.

Meanwhile, Summer Spencer’s mother was far inferior, completely lacking any influence to speak of.

But as the Spencer Family’s sole daughter with inheritance rights, Blake Leaf wisely knew Summer Spencer was the one with a brighter future.

To him, love was never the most important thing.

What men need is power, wealth, the status and feeling of being above others amid the throng.

As for women, once he achieved success and fame, wouldn’t he have them in abundance?

Blake Leaf never doubted this point.

Spring Spencer slightly furrowed her brow and glanced at her watch again.

At that moment, a car drove up from the distance, stopping at the sidewalk near the plaza.

The convention center was booked by the Spencer Family tonight, so there were few people outside, and security personnel were stationed everywhere, making it hard for regular cars to enter.

Spring Spencer’s eyes flickered lightly, and she slowly raised her head.

From the car, a burly man in a black uniform first stepped out from the front passenger seat.

He then walked to the rear of the vehicle, reaching out to open the door.

A middle-aged man stepped out from the back seat, wearing a trench coat with his hands in the pockets, looking up and giving a faint smile at the convention center.

Spring Spencer hastily discarded her cigarette butt, her eyes suddenly brightening with a bit of excitement as she looked at the man not far away.

Blake Leaf saw too, noticing Spring Spencer’s nervousness, and couldn’t help but ask curiously, "Who is that? Do you know him?"

Spring Spencer paid him no mind, merely taking out her phone and quietly snapping a couple of photos of the middle-aged man ahead.

That man slightly turned his head, revealing a determined profile with eyebrows sharp as swords and eyes cold and clear.

His gaze indifferently swept over Spring Spencer and Blake Leaf, devoid of any expression.

Yet both Spring Spencer and Blake Leaf felt an immense pressure simultaneously.

Blake Leaf felt it was greater than the pressure of Cameron Spencer’s gaze earlier at the altar.

Cameron Spencer’s glance merely made him weak-kneed, ready to kneel.

Whereas this man’s glance made him want to just lie flat on the ground.

The pressure was too immense, forcing him to look away.

The man withdrew his sight, continuing to gaze silently at the convention center’s entrance and the flower-adorned archway between the door pillars.

Beside him, the burly man stood respectfully at his side, whispering, "Mr. Sheldon, aren’t you going to go inside for a while? The Spencer Family sent us an invitation too."

This middle-aged man was indeed Aiden Sheldon, the head of the Sheldon Family conglomerate.

He did not speak, instead lowering his head to tap his phone a few times before taking several photos of the flower-adorned arch.

Only then did he shake his head, "Forget it, not going, let’s go back."

He turned and returned to the back seat.

The burly man obliged by closing the car door for him.

As he returned to his position in the front passenger seat, he noticed the driver hadn’t even stalled the engine, apparently knowing that Mr. Sheldon wouldn’t be going inside.

He curiously glanced at the driver.

The driver, an old hand who had been with Aiden Sheldon for many years, kept his mouth shut exceptionally tight.

He wouldn’t tell the newly arrived bodyguard that Mr. Sheldon, over the past twenty years, never attended weddings, no one’s wedding.

Those who had followed Aiden Sheldon for a long time were all tacitly waiting for the day his family’s little princess would marry, wondering if Mr. Sheldon would break his twenty-year taboo.

As to why it was a taboo, they didn’t know, and no one had ever asked.

Aiden Sheldon’s car sped off into the distance.

Blake Leaf noticed the light in Spring Spencer’s eyes had dimmed.