On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 102: The Engagement Party

The voice sounded familiar, but I just couldn’t place who it was.

But when I turned around and got a clear look at her face, I couldn’t help but frown slightly.

It was Clara Langley’s plump agent!

"It really is you!" The agent’s brow furrowed. She looked me up and down, her face full of suspicion. "What are you doing here?"

I couldn’t help but curve my lips into a smile. "What’s the matter? Is there some law that says I can’t be here?"

"You’re definitely here to cause trouble!" The agent’s lips pressed into a thin line. When she frowned, her plump face looked like a blooming chrysanthemum.

As she spoke, she shouted at the waiters up front, "A few of you, come over here! Get this woman who snuck in and throw her out!"

The moment she finished speaking, several waiters who had been standing guard at the entrance immediately marched over, looking aggressive.

"Ms. King, did she really sneak in?" one of the waiters asked, double-checking with the agent.

After all, the guests at today’s engagement party were all rich and powerful, not people a mere waiter like him could afford to offend.

However, this "Ms. King" was the agent for today’s leading lady, and the two were very close.

"She’s one of Clara’s haters! A few days ago, she nearly pushed Clara down the stairs!" Ms. King roared, pointing at me.

At these words, the waiters’ expressions changed instantly, and they prepared to move in on me.

My brow furrowed, and I immediately pulled the invitation from my bag. "This is my invitation!"

A waiter took the invitation and glanced at it. When he saw the name on it, he grew uncertain and turned to look at Ms. King.

But Ms. King snatched the invitation right out of his hand and tore it to shreds. "It’s a fake! I was the one who arranged for Clara’s invitations to be written. You think I don’t know who was invited and who wasn’t? Hurry up and throw her out!"

"Yes!"

I hadn’t expected these people to be so unreasonable. Without another word, they grabbed my arms and began to drag me away.

"Let me go!" I instinctively tried to struggle, but I was worried their carelessness might harm the baby in my belly...

"Let her go!"

Just then, a sharp command rang out from behind us. Everyone instinctively froze and turned around in unison.

Sebastian Forrest was standing not far away. His gaze was sharp, his dark eyes seeming to hold an icy chill, churning with ferocity.

"Master... Master Forrest..."

Sebastian Forrest’s eyes fell on me. The moment our gazes met, he paused for a fraction of a second before looking away. Then he kicked the knee of the waiter still holding my arm.

CRACK—

With the sharp sound of a bone dislocating, the man let out a wail and crumpled to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining waiters scrambled backward, their faces filled with terror as they stared at Sebastian Forrest, trembling like leaves in the wind.

"Are you all right?"

Sebastian Forrest gently placed a hand on my arm, looking me up and down with concern.

I quickly shook my head, though I was still shaken. "I’m fine."

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the agent, Ms. King, turn to run...

I frowned, but before I could say anything, Ms. King was suddenly kicked back into view.

"Tsk, all that blubber nearly broke my leg!"

Jude Miller stood there, looking down at the fallen Ms. King with a disgusted expression. "Think you can just bully someone and run? There’s no such easy way out in this world."

’I looked at Jude Miller in surprise. He always seemed so gentle and refined, but he was surprisingly fast, precise, and ruthless when he acted. It’s no wonder he and Sebastian Forrest are good friends. Birds of a feather really do flock together...’

"I... I’m Clara Langley’s agent! I know this woman, she’s really here to cause trouble..." Ms. King sat on the floor clutching her chest, grimacing in pain, but still trying to slander me!

"You look more like the one causing trouble to me." Jude Miller sneered, then raised an eyebrow at the nearby waiters. "What are you standing around for? Get this crazy woman out of here."

"Ah? Yes! Yes, Master Miller!"

"Let me go! Let me go... Mmph..."

Seeing Ms. King about to scream for help, the waiters tore off a necktie and stuffed it into her mouth. They then dragged her into the elevator, cutting off her voice completely.

"Did you get the divorce certificate?"

I quickly pulled my gaze back and turned to Sebastian Forrest, nodding at him. "Got it!"

A slight smile touched the corner of Sebastian Forrest’s lips. "Then I’ll leave the next part to you."

I knew exactly what he meant by that and smiled back.

"Come on, let’s go get something to eat. We can’t watch the show on an empty stomach," Sebastian Forrest said, offering me his arm.

I smiled, took his arm, and we walked shoulder-to-shoulder toward the engagement party.

...

Once we reached the main hall, Sebastian Forrest found a relatively quiet spot for me to rest.

I nibbled on the pastries Sebastian Forrest had brought me while looking around.

I had to admit, a lot of effort had gone into this engagement party. Everything as far as the eye could see was romantic; you could strike a pose anywhere and it would look like a professional photoshoot.

Since the party hadn’t officially started yet, the two main stars, Theodore Grant and Clara Langley, hadn’t appeared. Only Vincent Lombard was flitting around the hall like a social butterfly with a wine glass in hand, a brilliant grin plastered on his face. Anyone who didn’t know better would think he was the one getting engaged today!

As I was watching with a cool detachment, Vincent Lombard suddenly spotted me, and the smile on his face vanished completely.

Seeing him approach us with a grim expression, I just continued eating the cherries in front of me, pretending he didn’t exist.

"Chelsea Joyce?!" When Vincent Lombard got closer, he frowned and lowered his voice. "What are you doing here? Didn’t you go with Theodore Grant to get your divorce certificate? You’re not planning to pull some stunt, are you?"

I let out a cold laugh. "Don’t worry, I have my divorce certificate from Theodore Grant right here. He’s a single man again."

Vincent Lombard seemed to relax slightly at that. But when he saw Sebastian Forrest and Jude Miller beside me, his brow furrowed again, and his face filled with contempt. "Well, you certainly move on seamlessly, don’t you! The moment you finalize your divorce with Theodore Grant, you’re already hooking up with two other men... Chelsea Joyce, I really underestimated you!"

But before I could speak, Sebastian Forrest, who was sitting beside me, let out a cold laugh. "When it comes to shamelessness, no one holds a candle to you, Mr. Lombard! Hooking up with your own nephew’s fiancée... Tsk..."

He paused, frowning, and turned to Jude Miller. "Mr. Miller, what was it we used to call that?"

Jude Miller’s lips curved into a wicked grin as he said, word by word, "Raking... the... ashes!"