Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling! - Chapter 399
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Chapter 399:
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But as the ceremony drew to a close, Daniela’s absence remained constant.
Weddings in high society were often seen as more than just celebrations. They were opportunities to make valuable connections. Joyce’s wedding was no different. The grand hall was filled with influential figures from Olisvine’s business circles, all eagerly awaiting the arrival of Daniela, the CEO of Elite Lux.
Guests craned their necks, glancing towards the entrance in anticipation. But as the wedding drew to a close, Daniela was still nowhere to be found.
Whispers of discontent began to circulate among the guests. Finally, one man approached Caiden, his tone sharp.
“Ms. Harper isn’t coming, is she? You promised she would be here.”
The wedding had attracted all the big players from Olisvine’s business world. Even a hardware mogul, still recovering from a broken leg, had managed to hobble in with an extravagant gift. But why? They had come for Daniela. Not for Caiden. Not for Alexander.
Caiden was fully aware of this.
Yet, to help Alexander build connections, he had shamelessly used Daniela’s name to attract the guests.
With a forced smile, Caiden responded, “Of course, she’ll be here. Daniela is always so dedicated to her work that she’s probably caught up with something. In the meantime, if there’s anything you need to discuss, you can always talk to Alexander. It’s pretty much the same thing.”
He motioned for Alexander to come over. The young man approached with a wine glass in hand. Caiden gestured toward the guest and introduced him.
“Alexander, this is one of the top export distributors in the country.”
Alexander offered a polite smile and raised his glass in greeting. But the guest’s expression instantly hardened.
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The guest refused to clink glasses with Alexander, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
“Mr. Harper, this is unacceptable. Using your daughter’s wedding to boost your son-in-law’s status is one thing, but claiming Daniela would attend when she’s not here? That crosses the line.”
Another guest, who had been quietly watching from the sidelines, stepped forward.
“Exactly. We’re not here for the wedding—we came to meet Daniela. The gifts we brought weren’t for Joyce; they were investments in forging a connection with Daniela. If this was just any wedding, I would’ve shown up with a thousand bucks. But instead, I brought a priceless antique. If Daniela doesn’t show up, you’d better return it to me.”
The murmurs in the crowd grew louder.
“Exactly!” someone chimed in from the gathering crowd.
“Isn’t this straight-up deception? Everyone knows the Harper family doesn’t get along with Daniela. Before I came, I asked multiple times if she’d be here, and you assured me she would.
You said she’s family and wouldn’t miss her sister’s wedding. So where is she? Where is Daniela?”
Caiden’s face turned red with embarrassment.
He had warned Katrina that this plan was bound to fail.
These were people who couldn’t be easily fooled. If Daniela didn’t appear, there was no chance they would simply let it go. But Katrina had brushed off his worries, saying, “They’ve already brought the gifts. Do you really think they’ll take them back?” Caiden wanted to retort, “Why wouldn’t they?” A thousand-dollar gift was one thing, but a priceless antique worth millions was another. Did Katrina think they brought these gifts for Joyce out of generosity? No, they were here for Daniela. Now, realizing that Daniela’s bond with them had become so strained that she wouldn’t even show up to the wedding, how could they possibly accept this without protest?
Seeing the growing chaos, Katrina rushed over to Caiden, leaning in close.
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