Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Chapter 421 – The Wedding Fiasco



The Charlie family was decked out in lights, and the villa was overflowing with joy, adding an extraordinarily vibrant color to the occasion.

Ilya is wearing a trailing pure white lace edge diamond wedding dress, wrist neck ear are wearing diamond jewelry, face is embellished by the international famous make-up artist exquisite bridal makeup, will today’s Ilya set off extraordinarily delicate and moving.

In a woman’s life, being a bride is undoubtedly the most beautiful.

Delivered to the groom by her family, she walks down the aisle of happiness and makes her vows to be with her for the rest of her life.

For today’s wedding, Ilya’s cousin, York Charlie, was the one who walked Ilya down the aisle on the giant cruise ship as her family was abroad and did not come back to attend the wedding.

She was flanked by Blanche Capra, the maid of honor, and waiting in front of her was Francesca Jones in a white wedding gown.

Everything was in order as the wedding march played.

After a short walk, York Charlie handed Ilya over to Francesca Jones.

The couple joined hands and made their sacred vows in the presence of the pastor and many guests.

When Francesca Jones was about to put a diamond ring on Ilya’s hand, the lights around them suddenly dimmed into a large area of thick ink color, and the big screen in front of the crowd then lit up, attracting all the public’s attention.

On the screen above, the main characters were Francesca Jones and Blanche Capra.

It was the scene where Francesca Jones confessed her love to Blanche Capra in the past, the words were true, the sentences were touching.

It’s ironic to see this scene in the present day.

At her own wedding, watching her groom confess to her maid of honor, Ilya’s heart was so cold.

It was as cold as a thousand years of ice and stone, and the reality gave her an unrelenting cold blow, forcing her to face reality.

Coincidentally, at this time, the upper screen again came so sincere sentence, “I this life, will only love you one person. No matter how long it has been, there is a place for you in my heart, unchanging.”

What a good one, then what is their wedding now.

At that moment, a video playback ended, and the lights in the room lit up again once more.

Only this moment, the bottom of the eyes of the guests is no longer a blessed look, but with a contemptuous inquiry, a kind of gossip and watch the show mentality in their hearts.

There are even some people are even a grandiose talk up, sound sparse but clear into Ilya’s ears.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“The groom and the bridesmaid turned out to have a leg in the past ah, then now this wedding is really funny, isn’t this just for us to watch a joke?”

“Watch what you say, what do laymen like you know? The bridesmaid is the president’s wife of the Charlie Group, you can’t have a good time if you offend her. And look at those people, which one of them is good to be messed with, you’d better pay attention to it.”

“I shucks, is it great to have a lot of power? You still don’t let people tell the truth? I really feel sorry for that bride, a good wedding was ruined into this way.”

The incessant chatter, every word is like a sharp blade piercing into the depths of Ilya’s heart.

Blanche Capra had sensed something was wrong when she realized that something was wrong, and now she felt a sense of crisis looming over her as she heard the gossip.

“Ilya, let me explain.” She didn’t care too much, and was eager to make things clear to the disgraced bride.

“What else is there to explain, you won, you all won.” With such a disheveled and sarcastic statement, a disheartened Ilya turned to pluck the decoration from her hair and throw it to the ground, pulling her legs out and running for the front door.

Obviously irritated to some degree and having trouble calming down for the moment, tears were half-hanging over her eyes, wanting to drip.

Blanche Capra reached out to grab her, but in vain, and could only watch as she disappeared through the gate.

In the face of the chaos, York Charlie was the only one who remained calm.

He was the only one who was calm in the face of the chaos. He had a dignified look on his face as he organized the order inside the cruise ship, evacuating the crowds and leaving one by one.

Since this wedding can’t go on, it’s meaningless to keep so many people here to watch the joke, so it’s better to drive them all away.

As for Francesca Jones, still have not got over from the initial shock, looks a little bit at a loss for words, obviously did not expect this kind of thing will happen at the wedding site.

Blanche Capra frowned at his appearance, and in light of the video, she didn’t want to talk to anyone else, and hoped that Ilya wouldn’t think too much of it.

But who could not think deeper when this happened to any woman.

“What’s the point of freezing? The bride is running away and you don’t know to go after her?” York Charlie’s frown couldn’t have gotten any deeper after he’d evacuated the scene and saw that Francesca Jones still hadn’t made any apparent move.

He’d never seen a man like that, who had knocked up a girl and subjected the bride to such an unmitigated disaster at her wedding, and still stood impassively still.

It really opened his eyes.

At that, Francesca Jones sobered up a little.

He looked around for a moment before aiming for the exit of the cruise ship, trying to catch up with Ilya, who had already disappeared.

That’s a long enough reflex arc, and hindsight is just too far behind.

Blanche Capra and York Charlie had stayed behind to deal with the residual aftermath of the half-done wedding, and when the work was done, they both returned home in a not-so-flattering mood.

The wedding was supposed to be a pleasant and fascinating event, but it hadn’t turned into such an awkward situation.

And it was a situation that was clearly being manipulated by someone other than Moren Howard.

The only person in the city who would dare to go against them like that was Moren Howard, and they couldn’t think of anyone else.

Even though they hadn’t found any evidence to accuse him, their instincts didn’t lie.

“Don’t worry Ilya she won’t hate you.” York Charlie spoke up to comfort his woman.

“That’s not what I’m worried about, I’m worried about Ilya,” Blanche Capra looked sad, it was evident that the events of the wedding were still having an effect on her.

York Charlie didn’t say another word, he didn’t know much about what went on between women, nor did he really want to.

It was enough for him to understand his one Blanche Capra.

“I’m afraid Ilya won’t be able to think straight, she’s already got a baby. I’m afraid Francesca Jones won’t be able to find Ilya and something will happen to Ilya and the baby.”

“I know how it feels, I really do, I understand Ilya. i know how hard it is for her right now, it’s the same as when I first saw you with Delia Field.”

Blanche Capra was obviously remembering the sadness and despair of four years ago, the negativity that hit her in an instant, and she very much didn’t want Ilya to have to go through the same kind of grief that she was.

As a friend, she naturally wanted Ilya to be happy all the time, but unfortunately it was not to be.

“Blanche, I will spend the rest of my life making up for the hurt I once caused you. You have to believe that Francesca Jones is not a man without commitment, and that he will be just as responsible for his wife and children as I am.”

Even though York Charlie did not, in fact, think much of Francesca Jones, this was the only way to comfort the woman in front of him in this situation.


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