Gavin is scolding his beloved daughter with pain here, while Evander is holding Olivia in his arms and chatting lightly.

He looked at Olivia in her dress, with a stunning smile in his eyes. He lowered his head and bit his ear, saying, "So beautiful, I'd like to marry you here."

Olivia's cheeks were burning. This unseemly fellow, but the way he vented his anger on her was so cute.

She smiled and hooked his neck, pointing her toes and dropping a kiss on his cheek: "This is the interest."

He deepened the kiss: "Well, I'll get back the principal when I get back."

Everyone was stunned. Oh my god, is this still the cold-faced King of Hell, General Evander? A woman who loves her so much, one word: handsome!

Those noble girls couldn't help but scream.

"Stop!"

Sterling came slowly from the door, accompanied by a burst of stammering.

When he came up to Evander, he made brief eye contact with him, and for a moment the smell of gunpowder spread through the air.

Both of these excellent men had good looks, but Sterling was refined and elegant, while Evander was flamboyant and powerful.

"Freya is my wife after all, and I ask General Evander to show me some leniency."

Evander grinned and said, "It's up to your woman to decide."

At this moment, Freya, who had been beaten by Gavin and was swollen like a pig's head, pleaded inclearly, "It's all my fault. I bribed this woman to wrong my sister."

The crowd was in an uproar, pointing fingers at Freya.

"It seems that the rumor that Freya stole the young lady's fiance by underhanded means is true."

"Hey, the second miss looks pitiful, never thought it was a bitch."

"who married this kind of woman is really a bad eight lifetimes blood mold, pity the handsome and talented rong vice mayor."

Freya was almost so angry that she felt like a wisp of smoke in her seven orifices. These people were really good at praising her . Hadn't they been smiling and praising her for marrying into a good family just now? How could they have trampled her under her feet like dog poop in the blink of an eye? All of this is thanks to Olivia!

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye she had climbed up to Evander, this high branch, and was still held high by him, she clenched her fingers in anger, Olivia, we have a long time ahead!

But for now she had to put Evander down and save some face, after all, she was now the wife of House of De Rossi and couldn't bring disaster to House of De Rossi in less than three days of her own life. How could she survive in House of De Rossi in the future?

She pinched her own thigh, walked up to Olivia with tears in her eyes, reached out affectionately and took her arm, saying softly, "We are sisters after all. I hope you can be magnanimous and bypass your sister this time."

Olivia withdrew her hand with a smile: "Forgive you? All right, but you have to bear it."

While Freya was stunned, a heavy slap had already landed on her face.

"This slap is to forgive you for going so hard to take my fiance."

When she saw the unharmed Sterling, she finally understood that she had been tricked by Olivia and her daughter. If it weren't for Evander, she probably wouldn't even know how she died. She had thought the two would at least have some affection for her, but the truth was so cold that she had softened her heart.

Pop! Another hard slap landed on Freya's face, making her dizzy and unable to tell directions.

"This slap is an end to our sister-sister relationship, and you don't have to call me sister in the future to avoid disgusting me."

Freya was so angry that she was almost going crazy, but touching Evander's cold gaze, she could only endure the pain on her cheek.

She closed her eyes, waiting for Olivia to judge her, and then with a splash, a bottle of red wine was poured over her head, and the red swelling on her face burned with pain.

Olivia, squinting her eyes, bent down and pressed against her ear, her voice soft but with a bone-chilling chill: "Oh, I wish you a happy marriage and enjoy the splendor of the House of De Rossi. Today I forgive you for Sterling's sake, but if you dare to offend me again, I will repay you twice as much!"

Freya stared at her blankly, her whole body shivering uncontrollably. How could the usually uncompetitive and easy to bully sister have turned into a cold and vicious woman in the blink of an eye? It seemed that both she and her mother had been tricked by this woman. If they had known this, they should have killed her eleven years ago.

Evander reached out and held Olivia in his arms, biting her ear affectionately and said, "My woman is truly flavorful."

This scene fell into Sterling's eyes, and he felt a slight sting in his heart. As Evander walked away with Olivia in his arms, he quickly grabbed Olivia's arm and said, "Olivia, stay for a drink, as a way to fulfill our friendship over the years."

Evander's eyes fell on his hand, as cold as ice blades, scraping the bone inch by inch.

Sterling instinctively let go of his hand, and just as he was about to despair, he heard Olivia say indifferently, "OK."

Evander frowned slightly, but in the end, he respected her wishes and carried her to the banquet.

At once Gavin was fawning and fawning like a clown, running around Evander.

Evander looked contemptuous, but did not refuse his attentions, as if deliberately magnifying his ugliness.

Gavin filled him with red wine, fawning: "Evander, from now on we are family. Remember to speak well of me for Dad in front of the president."

Evander raised his handsome eyebrows slightly and said indifferently, "Oh?" Olivia just said to break off the sisterhood with that woman, that is to break off the relationship with House of Bernadotte, then how did the father-in-law relationship between you and me come about?"

Gavin's smile was a little stiff, and then he sniffed and winked at Olivia: "Why are you so naughty? How can this blood relationship be severed so easily?"

Olivia sneered: "Dad, didn't you threaten to kick me and Delilah out of the House of Bernadotte many times before?"

If it weren't for her engagement to Sterling, she and Delilah would have had no place at House of Bernadotte long ago.

"Those are just angry words. You are my daughter. I can't even love you enough. How could I drive you away?" Gavin said with a thick grin, his face flushed.

Olivia gave a cold laugh and turned away. She couldn't stand Gavin's fawning face, which looked disgusting. Sometimes she wondered if Gavin was really her father, but she had been treated as a pawn by him all these years at House of Bernadotte and had never felt the slightest bit of fatherly love.

She walked to the rooftop and felt the cool night breeze. It seemed that only at this moment did she breathe slightly. The atmosphere downstairs was so oppressive, and those hypocritical faces and fawning faces really made her vomit.

"Olivia, do you hate me?"

In the light, a pretty figure came closer and closer. Seeing the familiar face, she simply pursed her lips and smiled: "Sterling, I wish you a happy marriage."