Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 959: The Richest and Most Powerful_1

Lysander Russell also felt ill at ease, his brow furrowed as he said coldly, "The president’s daughter gets married with the air of an upstart, truly an unsightly spectacle!"

These words were sour and exceedingly unpleasant to hear, yet strangely they soothed Violet Nelson’s heart.

That’s right, just an upstart. That’s all Purple Summers is capable of!

"Perhaps it’s a local tradition. They don’t understand the customs here in Kingsley; they always have to flaunt their wealth to feel prestigious." Violet Nelson spoke calmly, a smile gracing her lips, "Isn’t that what they usually say? The more someone lacks something, the more they love to show it off."

The poorer they are, the more they are desperate for the world to recognize their financial power, hastily flaunting thick wads of cash, only to become a laughingstock in the end.

Violet Nelson was convinced that Purple Summers must have married a crude upstart to deliberately show off like this at the wedding. She felt much better psychologically, but still couldn’t help feeling sour as she watched the festivities on the other side.

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The wedding procession drove for about twenty minutes on the road.

For a full twenty minutes, the "rain of flowers" never ceased. Christopher Simonson really wanted to charge up to the front and drag Alexander off to ask where he got so much money, but Simonson didn’t have the luxury at the moment.

He spent the entire journey on the phone.

Calling the heads of the Emergency Preparedness Agency, Department of Transportation, emergency centers, and the like, asking them to make all preparations, to prevent any accidents that might occur at any moment.

It was a close shave without incident.

He didn’t know if it was due to divine intervention, but despite attracting a large crowd and the reckless spattering of banknotes, it was fortunate there were no stampedes or casualties.

Christopher Simonson actually breathed a sigh of relief. frёewebnoѵēl.com

They finally arrived at their destination without further troubles, and just as he got out of the car, he was surrounded by reporters!

The guards kept the swarming media journalists a few meters away, but couldn’t stop the cameras and photographers from snapping away!

Countless microphones jostled each other.

"Mr. President, was hiding the identity of the groom before due to some political consideration?!"

"Will your policy restrictions on the gambling industry be affected by this union?"

"How did the young lady come to know a director of the Summers Group? How long have they known each other? ..."

At first, Christopher Simonson was puzzled, but as he listened, he froze. His brain seemed to suddenly knot itself, turning to muck, unable to think.

What’s going on?

What Summers Group? ... That Alexander, isn’t his surname Summers?

Could it be...

Christopher Simonson’s face gradually turned pale.

If it’s that Summers Group... If it’s that Summers Group that swallowed up the entire gambling industry of Pearlpoint City, that is aggressively bidding in Parrotbeak Bay, that... most unlawful Summers Group!

He couldn’t think further!

A single thought dominated Christopher Simonson’s mind: How great it would have been if he were just a pretty boy!

While Christopher Simonson was stunned beyond belief, Alexander walked with easy strides, his demeanor relaxed.

Today was his wedding day, and no matter how ferociously the journalists bombarded him, his mood remained incredibly good.

"Today, we only talk about the wedding. All other questions will not be answered," Alexander said, holding Purple Summers’ hand, smiling.

In the crowd, an exceptionally sharp reporter immediately shouted, "Mr. Summers! What brought about your union with Ms. Simonson?"

"That’s a very good question." Alexander laughed. He strode forward, took the microphone, turned back to gaze straight into Purple Summers’ eyes, "There’s only one reason for our union—that is—I, love, you!"

The lights flashed, and all cameras focused on the new couple gazing at each other.

The reporters, ravenous for a scoop, frantically pressed their camera shutters, eager to capture photographs for tomorrow’s headlines.

Meanwhile, not far away, Violet Nelson stood by the door like a petrified statue, staring incredulously at Alexander’s familiar face, her body trembling uncontrollably.

It was Roy Howard!

Purple Summers had actually married the richest and most powerful man in the South, Roy Howard!

With a crisp snap,

Violet Nelson’s finely manicured nails broke, but she was completely oblivious, her complexion ashen white.

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