Chapter 1183 Yandel Finds Out Too Instead of answering Jeromeâs question immediately, Samuel merely eyed him and responded with another question, âWhat do you mean by whatâs going on?â
Jerome glanced at the woman standing next to Bastien before directing his gaze to Samuel again. âYou should know what Iâm talking about! Tell me what youâre planning to do today. Iâd be sure to help you as long as Iâm around. She just doesnât love me, but when it comes to my feelings, Iâve never felt any less for her than you do!â
It was only after those words had fallen from his lips that Samuel could confirm Jerome had also found out the truth.
âOkay.â Meanwhile, Yandel was utterly bewildered by the baffling conversation between the two men. âJerome, Samuel, what are you guys talking about? Why is it that I can understand every word youâre saying, but when I put everything together, I donât seem to get it at all?â
Yet, neither Samuel nor Jerome paid him any heed. The two of them turned around and headed toward somewhere less crowded.
Yandel remained frozen in place for nearly a minute.
Playvolume00:00/00:44TruvidfullScreen The wedding on that day was suspicious, to begin with.
Bastien, Jerome, and Samuelâall three of them had loved Natalie deeply.
In spite of their different statuses and personalities, they harbored a deep affection for her. She was the only woman who could make them do irrational things that deviated from their usual behaviors.
Thereâs no one else who can do that but Boss.
Yandel was no fool.
It was just that his mind had been set on the fact that Natalie had died, and he was drowned in so much grief that he could not think any further.
But if Boss isnât dead, how do we explain that body that looked just like hers? Who was cremated that day, then? And if Boss is still alive, where is she now? Why would she let the people closest to her think sheâs dead and grieve for her?
Then, Yandel fell into great shock as suspicion arose within him.
He raised his head abruptly and looked toward the center of the stage.
Realization suddenly dawned on him as he stared at the meek-looking woman next to Bastien.
Itâs her? Itâs actually her?
Yandel stood still like an idiot, his eyes slowly reddening.
Thank goodness that Boss isnât dead!
No longer in the mood to enjoy his glass of champagne, he strode toward the spot where he had last seen Samuel and Jerome. I canât be an ordinary spectator like the other guests here.
Joyful music resonated across the lively large hall, making the atmosphere especially festive and delightful.
Bastien and Lunettaâs wedding ceremony was slated to begin in ten minutes.
As the attendants escorted Mikhail into the hall, the music came to a stop, and the entire place was filled with a dignified silence.
The king displayed his innate regal bearing with every move he made.
Every prince, lady, distinguished guest, and attendant stopped what they were doing as soon as they saw him and proceeded to bow to him per custom.
Then, Mikhail sat on his throne and looked at the audience.
Having lived a life full of rich experiences, the middle-aged man concealed the emotions in his eyes so well that no one could tell what he was thinking.
That was Natalieâs second time meeting Mikhail.
During their first encounter, she rejected Bastienâs marriage proposal before him.
On that day, she was meeting the king face-to-face once again, but as Bastienâs soon-to-be wife.
Oh, the irony.
Natalie gripped the silk ribbon in her hands subconsciously.
It was not because she was nervous. In fact, she had always treated Mikhail as a regular middle-aged man rather than the king of Loang.
Heâs just like a middle-aged executive who manages a company, except that he runs a country as the king. Thatâs all there is to it.
At that moment, she was only mulling over how she would call off the absurd wedding.