Chapter 1107:

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On that page, Vincent still held the biggest share. The surface was calm. Nothing seemed out of place. Meanwhile, the real equity changes were reflected on the actual webpage. From Vera’s perspective, the company’s records hadn’t changed a bit.

It wasn’t long before the day of the wedding dawned.

Dorbarrow’s elite filled the hall, their presence a testament to just how important this event had become.

Every guest made a point to approach Vera with a word or nod, their attention impossible to ignore.

Admiring stares and carefully chosen compliments seemed to follow her wherever she turned. Such acknowledgement sent a rush of excitement through her veins.

Propped before a large mirror, Vera allowed a team of stylists and makeup artists to perfect every detail of her appearance. She glanced at Colden and asked in a quiet, measured voice, “Have you finalized the security?”

Colden answered promptly. “Yes. We’ve got three rings of protection around the hotel, and our team is watching every entrance. Media and guests have all been checked. No one unauthorized will get close.”

Vera’s tone was cool. “Good. What about Vincent? Is he ready?”

Lowering his voice, Colden replied, “He’s been up since dawn, following instructions without complaint. But he seems drained and hasn’t spoken much.”

𝖳𝗵𝘦 𝘮o𝗌𝘁 p𝗼𝗉u𝗅а𝗿 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅s oո 𝗀𝖺𝘭no𝗏elѕ.cо𝘮

Vera took it in stride and instructed, “Don’t let anything slip past you. I want everything to be smooth until the ceremony begins. Where’s the equity agreement?”

“It’s right here.” Colden opened his case and revealed a black folder, its contents prepared by the legal team and needing only Vincent’s signature.

The legal team had refined every detail of the agreement, leaving nothing unfinished except Vincent’s signature.

Satisfaction glimmered in Vera’s eyes as she looked it over, a mix of hunger and triumph simmering beneath her calm exterior. By the end of the day, the Jones Group would belong to her.

She shifted her attention back to Colden. “Are the guests all in place?”

“Nearly everyone who matters is already in the banquet hall, and the press has settled into their spots. Mr. Jones’s mother is welcoming the guests downstairs,” Colden replied with a steady, respectful tone.

Satisfied, Vera rose from her seat, ready to make her entrance. “Good. Let’s go.”

The door swung open, revealing Vincent waiting at the far end of the red carpet, standing utterly still beneath the soft glow of the wedding lights.

Music filled the space, carrying a sense of formality and romance.

Vera stepped forward and offered her hand, and Vincent accepted it with quiet steadiness. Together, they approached the officiant.

The vows began, each line unfolding without incident.

Everything continued smoothly until the officiant announced, “At this time, please exchange rings as a symbol of your devotion.”

Just then, Vera’s voice cut through the air. “Hold on. I need to speak.”

The banquet hall slipped into a hush, every gaze snapping toward Vera as though the air itself had frozen in anticipation.

With an elegant sweep of her hand, Vera motioned the officiant to hold his words, then advanced and deftly relieved him of the microphone, leaving him momentarily blinking in bewilderment.

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