My Fiancé and His Best Friend Got Drunk-Married Chapter 04

My Fiancé and His Best Friend Got Drunk-Married Chapter 04

I hummed once and hung up.

“Three hundred million. Transfer immediately.”

Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Emily… you’re serious?”

My parents’ faces instantly relaxed with relief.

Mom reached for my hand, feigning reproach, “Emily! How can you talk money with Harrison like that? It’s so cold!”

“Exactly, Emily!” Sophia chimed in, feigning concern. “Harrison might feel uncomfortable. In-laws might look down on you for being a ‘buyable’ bride.”

Dad cleared his throat, putting on his parental authority, “Enough, enough. The amount doesn’t matter. Once it’s settled, it’s settled.”

“The Fords had previously agreed on fifty million with post-wedding capital injection.”

“Now he’s offering three hundred million, that means he still values Emily.”

“Emily, don’t ever talk about ‘selling daughters’ again. It’s embarrassing. You and Sophia are both daughters of the Jones family, we love you equally.”

I laughed softly. “If you love us equally, why not let Sophia go for a marriage alliance too?”

“The Wright family’s status is far higher than Harrison’s, more prestigious, more powerful.”

Sophia’s face went pale.

The Wrights’ prominence only made them care more about proper lineage.

Back when they came to propose, their attention never wavered from me.

As for Sophia… she hadn’t even been officially presented.

It was well known, she hadn’t impressed the Wrights.

Dad’s face darkened with slight embarrassment, “Why bring up old matters?”

“No need. The money’s secured. Problem solved.” I interrupted, grabbed my suitcase. “Let’s go home. Aren’t I supposed to marry on time tomorrow?”

I ignored them and headed toward the airport exit.

Once in the car, my phone vibrated. A simple location ping.

Then a message: [Looking forward to seeing you in your wedding gown tomorrow.]

I stared at the location. Not surprisingly, it was the same hotel.

Back at the Jones estate, the air was heavy and still.

I went straight upstairs to my room.

On the Fords’ side, the message “Bride returned home, ready to wed” had already been received.

Apparently, they were satisfied.

The storm had passed; tomorrow’s wedding would proceed.

Whether the bride was willing, no one cared.

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The next day, the Jones estate had none of the usual excitement or busyness of a daughter’s wedding.

Instead, an indifferent calm lingered.

It wasn’t until the wedding hour approached that the servants reminded the elders to change into formal attire.

Harrison’s convoy arrived on time. Dressed sharply, his expression steady.

The groomsmen surrounded him, the atmosphere lively. But no one from the Jones family came to block the entrance.

They only awkwardly let the group in.

Mom wore a standard smile. Ethan looked half-asleep.

Harrison scanned the room. No female relatives, no laughter, no chatter.

He knew Emily wasn’t favored, but seeing her family treat the wedding so lightly made his blood boil.

“Where’s Emily? Not ready yet?” his voice deepened.

“Uh… probably still upstairs getting ready?” Mom replied uncertainly, turning to the servants, “Quick, go upstairs and check if she’s prepared.”

Chloe chuckled, “Don’t worry, the bride has to play a little coy.”

Harrison frowned.

He pulled out his phone to message Emily. But a red exclamation mark popped up.

His fingers froze.

He had been too sure when she left last night, he hadn’t realized he was still blocked.

A sense of dread surged.

Chloe leaned closer, noticing the red exclamation mark.

“Why’s Emily still blocking you? The ceremony’s about to start…”

Before she could finish, a servant ran downstairs in a hurry, “Ma’am, Miss isn’t in her room! We’ve looked everywhere, no one can find her!”

The room went silent.

Not in her room?

Harrison’s face instantly darkened.

Only after checking the security cameras did he see, Emily had left long ago.

He drew in a sharp breath.

She had agreed to be picked up, yet was still acting willfully.

One groomsman suddenly raised his phone.

“Harrison, look at the group chat! Someone posted a short clip from the wedding site… isn’t that Emily?”