On the way back, Yvette Ray silently looked out the window.
Ronan Keating glanced at her and asked, "Do you need to go to the market? I can take you."
Occasionally, he could stay and have a al with Ethan Finch and Yvette Ray, but the dishes Yvette prepared for him were just incidental.
"No need. If you truly have so ti, don’t revolve around . Go find out Eleanor’s whereabouts. After all, President Faulkner is marrying your sister."
Ronan Keating pursed his lips, his expression grave.
A week later, Alaric Faulkner and Giselle Keating’s wedding would be held at the K Country Keating Family estate.
He would have to return then to attend the wedding.
Just before, a major incident happened in Aethelgard: The Faulkner Group issued a statent. Although it’s unclear why Alaric Faulkner suddenly decided to marry Giselle Keating, this matter has already beco a reality.
At this mont, in K Country, the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Giselle Keating wore a white dress, elegantly and beautifully dressed, waiting for Alaric Faulkner. Today is the day when she and Alaric officially receive their marriage certificate.
After so ti, a luxury car stopped, and Alaric Faulkner stepped down from the back.
Seeing him, Giselle imdiately went forward, holding his arm cheerfully, "Alaric, you’re here. I’ve made the appointnt. Let’s go in quickly."
Alaric Faulkner glanced in the direction of the car, then walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau with Giselle.
The Keating Family had great influence; they had exclusive appointnts, so they didn’t need to wait in line for the marriage registration.
About half an hour later, Giselle Keating and Alaric Faulkner ca out holding their marriage certificate.
Giselle felt like she was dreaming.
Did she really get the certificate with Alaric Faulkner? Is she now Mrs. Faulkner?
She turned to look at Alaric. The man had a tall figure, wearing a tailored suit, perfect in every inch, full of boundless charm.
It seed not like a dream; this man was really hers. Giselle stepped forward to hold Alaric’s arm, and he turned to glance at her without shaking off her hand.
Alaric Faulkner stopped, asking, "We’ve registered, where’s the redy?"
His face showed little expression, not as excited as Giselle, as if marrying her was all for the sake of the redy.
But that was indeed the truth.
Giselle felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her heart.
Her expression stiffened for a mont, but she quickly adapted. As long as Alaric was hers now, she would slowly occupy his heart, making him forget Eleanor.
Alaric’s brows furrowed slightly, seeming impatient.
He looked at Giselle and said, "I won’t repeat myself, give the redy."
Giselle felt a bit aggrieved, "Alaric, don’t be angry, I’ll give you the redy right away."
After speaking, she fumbled in her bag and then handed a small bottle to Alaric Faulkner.
Once he got the redy, Alaric Faulkner didn’t linger; he released Giselle’s hand from his arm and opened the car door to get in.
Before Giselle could get in, the car door was slamd shut.
The car quickly started and sped away.
Watching the disappearing taillights, Giselle couldn’t help but stomp her feet in frustration.
Damn it, Alaric Faulkner is so heartless!
Just wait, one day she would make him bow down to her!
Giselle took out her phone, calling for the driver to pick her up.
Inside the car, Alaric Faulkner turned to look at the seats next to him, where Estelle Sterling and Caleb Faulkner sat side by side, laptops on their laps.
Alaric Faulkner asked, "How’s the matter I entrusted to you?"
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