At noon, Vivian walked to the gate and was about to leave, dressed in a simple white-collar shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up.

The sun was shining brightly and a gentle breeze lifted her hair, making her look stunning in an instant.

"Vivian, congratulations on becoming Mrs. Steven. I'm sure your days will be happy and fulfilling."

Nicole came out with a smile on her face, affectionately trying to take Vivian's arm and sincerely wishing.

"Of course, my life has always been happy. Thanks to you, I will be even happier in the future."

Vivian smiled faintly, with a casual look, but not lacking in haughtiness in her tone.

Yes, her life was not perfect, but it was happy, at least she had loved ones who truly cared about her in this world.

Nicole was taken aback, not expecting her to speak so easily. She gritted her teeth, "But I've heard Raymond is cold by nature and never shows mercy to his own father. I'm really worried about you, sister..."

Vivian raised her eyes like a cold arrow, and a cruel mischievous smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"I'm at least married to one of the best business geniuses, and can you guarantee that you won't be sold as a pawn by Mr. John in the future? Maybe it will be a bald but successful old man?"

"No..."

Nicole was startled by the undisguised malice in Vivian's words, with a tense look in her eyes.

"What an innocent girl! What is more important than money and power in Mr. John's eyes?"

Vivian spoke sharply and looked at Nicole with pity, as if she saw Nicole's future.

Such a well-behaved daughter might be sold for a price even higher than her.

Nicole, who has been accustomed to the life of a rich young lady since childhood, is very sensitive when it comes to her future marriage, which has become her own weakness.

So from childhood to adulthood, even though Nicole was spoiled more than Vivian, she still couldn't outdo her.

A month later.

The blue sky was filled with colorful balloons and ribbons fluttering freely.

On several streets near the Imperial Hotel, no vehicles were allowed to pass except for the guests attending the wedding today.

Rows of neatly arranged luxury cars followed the Rolls-Royce at the front, speeding along the road.

The news had announced today's wedding a month ago: Business tycoon Raymond tied the knot with House of Johnson's eldest daughter Vivian.

The passionate and romantic wedding, which was supposed to have captured the hearts of all women in the city, turned out to be a mix of emotions because Raymond was the groom.

As soon as the car arrived at House of Johnson, it was packed, and John conversed with the people who had come with House of Steven in a haughty manner.

Not wanting to see John's fawning face, Vivian got into the luxury car parked at the front without saying goodbye to anyone at House of Johnson.

The moment she opened the door, a familiar yet strange handsome face came into view.

Raymond nodded slightly as he answered the phone, his thinned lips opened and closed, and his voice was sensual and deep.

She couldn't see his expression, but Vivian felt a chill all over her body the moment she looked at him, and couldn't help biting her teeth.

In just an instant, Vivian came to her senses and sat up straight beside Raymond, her elegant posture revealing her graceful curves.

"Drive."

Raymond gave a casual order, and the luxurious convoy drove all the way to the place where they were about to hold the solemn ceremony.

In the romantic and solemn church, Vivian walked in with the sound of grand music, holding Raymond's arm.

Strange, familiar faces kept flashing before her eyes, while the two she most hoped to be present had already gathered in heaven.

A touch of sadness flashed through Vivian's heart.

Under the witness of the priest, Vivian finally broke free from the House of Johnson that had always bound her and became the wife of another family, the wife of a strange man.

Standing on the high platform and looking at John, whose face was full of excitement, Vivian's smile was brighter than ever before.

The ceremony went smoothly, but at the wedding banquet there was another stir.

Vivian, with a charming smile, accompanied Raymond as he toasted to the friends and family who came to the wedding banquet, without the unpleasantness of marrying the "devil" as rumored.

Raymond was a cold man, but when it was time to take care of Vivian, he was not at all hesitant, and over the way, many people changed their perception of Vivian.

"Vivian..."

As the dinner was coming to an end, Vivian rubbed her temples tiredly and was about to take a break when she was called out by a sweet voice.

She turned around, looking sullen at Nicole, who was beaming with joy.

"Vivian and Raymond are a perfect match. Just now, I heard a lot of socialites say jealous things about Vivian and so on..."

Nicole smiled hypocritically, with grace and poise, looking at Vivian's sincere expression as if she were wishing her well.

Vivian did not speak. Her bright eyes were filled with undisguised disgust, and the corners of her mouth curled up with a sneer.

"Since you think Raymond is so good, why don't you be the bride?"

Vivian couldn't stand Nicole's expression and suddenly spoke sarcastically.

"Vivian, you're going too far with this joke."

Nicole chuckled, her tone full of reproach, as if they had a good relationship.

Although Raymond is impeccable in terms of appearance, build and family wealth, his reputation over the years is like that of a devil. He is cold and heartless, and it is said that anyone who gets into trouble with him will be beaten to shreds...

How could such a man be the kind of husband a normal woman would expect?

Vivian saw Nicole's smile tinged with a hint of panic and sneered, then wanted to leave.

"Oh dear, now that Vivian has found a good home, Grandpa in heaven should be happy for you, too?"

Nicole suddenly sighed with emotion.

Vivian's body gave a sudden jolt, her heart sank a lot, her knuckles clenched into fists.

If her grandfather hadn't left, would she have been used by John as a pawn to marry someone to save the family status?

Grandpa never intended for her to marry into any noble family; he just wanted her to live freely and happily. How sad would he be if he saw all this today?

Looking at Vivian's trembling body, Nicole's eyes were filled with the joy of victory.

Who could have let her grandfather, who usually doted on Vivian alone, take away what belonged to her?

"Vivian, don't get excited. Grandpa will be happy for you."

Nicole, fearing that Vivian wasn't hurt enough, continued to exaggerate.

No!

Grandpa won't be happy!

Vivian bit her lip stubbornly, but tears were still welling up in her eyes.

At this important occasion, Vivian had no intention of doing anything out of place. But Nicole's persistence crossed her bottom line again and again.

"When the wedding is over, Vivian must take her husband to see Grandpa..."

She turned sharply, her eyes filled with the ferocity of destruction.

"Ah!"

In an instant, the crowd was agitated.