The wedding car drove from the outskirts to the city, with countless luxury cars lining the roads, as if a random stone thrown on the street would hit a Rolls-Royce.
Even the journalists couldn't get in and had to wait outside the wedding.
Maeve Lane wore a pure white wedding dress, her figure enchanting, and her foxy eyes beautifully captivating.
A handsome man stood at the other end waiting for her.
The entire crowd had their eyes drawn to these two dazzling figures.
Meredith stood aside, feeling genuinely happy for Maeve Lane.
"They must be very happy now."
A male voice sounded next to Meredith.
Meredith turned her head, momentarily puzzled, "Who are you?"
The dashing man watched Maeve Lane step towards Julian Fairchild, his eyebrows seemed slightly darkened, "So it turns out, one can still feel jealous."
His words were spoken with such depth, leaving Meredith stunned for several seconds.
"Young Master, we've lingered long enough, our flight is about to take off."
