Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love-Chapter 2186 - 2198: Wife...

Mr. Wellington is, after all, a figure of some standing. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Even though Dylan Wellington is usually quite reckless, all of that is just inconsequential private matters that barely affect the Wellington family.

But today’s wedding is different.

This wedding was attended by so many social elites, and with reporters broadcasting, it has become the focus of the entire city.

Skye Brown’s escape from the wedding not only brings shame to Dylan Wellington but also to the entire Wellington family.

The eldest grandson of the Wellington family, the heir, having his bride run away at their wedding.

Mr. Wellington didn’t even need to check to predict that the Wellington family’s stocks would be affected tomorrow.

Thinking of this, the old man grew increasingly annoyed by Skye Brown’s immature actions—he planned to arrange for emergency measures as soon as he hung up the phone.

Besides this, Mr. Wellington also planned to have Molly Wellington brought back to his side immediately.

If possible, it would be best to send her abroad to prevent Skye from having contact with her.

As for the child in Skye’s belly, once he has people find her, they will secretly keep an eye on her.

Once the child is born, a DNA test will be done, and if it truly is the Wellington family’s child, then naturally it will be brought back.

Mr. Wellington, after all, is not a soft-hearted person, otherwise, he wouldn’t have led the Wellington family out of the business and political sectors’ tangled pressures and emerged victorious.

He’s not Dylan Wellington; he has no feelings for Skye Brown, and from the start, he didn’t think highly of her.

Since Skye Brown doesn’t grasp the last chance given to her, she cannot blame him for being ruthless.

"Old man, wait, wait..." Just as the old man was about to hang up the phone, Mrs. Johnson’s urgent voice came through from the other end.

"What else is there? Speak quickly." Mr. Wellington’s tone is profound, showing a hint of concealed impatience.

He still needs to deal with his business matters.

Mrs. Johnson, Mandy Jenkins, furrows her slender brows tightly together, almost as if wishing to squash a fly.

She hates having to face the old man like this as well, but if she doesn’t speak out, she fears the old man will blame her when he finds out later.

"Dad, it’s like this... At the wedding, it wasn’t just Skye Brown who disappeared, but Molly also went missing. Molly, she also..."

"What? How could you let such a thing happen! You know how Dylan is now, yet you allowed that woman to take Molly away!" Mr. Wellington’s calm and composed demeanor finally shattered.

He’s always been able to face Skye Brown with an attitude of condescension.

The primary reason was because of Molly Wellington.

Back then, Skye Brown couldn’t take away Molly Wellington, and now, as long as she can’t, they have a means to hold her by her weakness.

Mr. Wellington had no personal relationship with Skye Brown, hadn’t even seen her face.

In Mr. Wellington’s view, Skye was just a woman from a poor background, with a complicated family, ambitious to climb up using her child.

Entrusting his great-granddaughter to such a woman, Mr. Wellington would never agree.

"How could you only tell me about this now? All of you, truly good for nothing..." The old man angrily hung up the phone, unable to remain calm, personally arranging for a citywide search for Skye Brown.

Meanwhile, Dylan Wellington had already been sent back to the Manor by Aidan Lucas.

"Dylan..."

"No need to say anything, I know... Just let me be." Dylan Wellington gestured to silence his best friend’s consolations.

He refused to let Aidan Lucas and Lily follow him, clutching the letter tightly—the final words left by Skye Brown—as he walked into the bedroom.

Bang—

The door closed, severing the inside from the outside.

Dylan Wellington kept Aidan Lucas and Lily Redington outside the door, while he himself was ’imprisoned’ inside the bedroom that, this morning, was still filled with warmth.

He walked step by step toward the King-size Bed placed centrally in the bedroom.

There, it still seemed to retain the warmth from earlier this morning when he embraced Skye and Molly.

"Wife..." the man whispered.

His deep voice bore an aching, profound pain.

He hugged the pillow Skye had slept on; upon it, there seemed to linger a faint scent belonging to Skye.

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