Chapter 203: Chapter 203

Chapter 204

At the moment when the white car lights and the orange flames intersect, the sky and the earth seem to be reflected in the day.

After the fierce impact, a strong scent of death permeated the air.

The black luxury car was hit far away.

There seemed to be someone shouting outside the glass in the distance,

"Anyone there!?"

"Hey! Anyone!?"

"Is there someone in there!?"

Dazed and confused, Walker Herbert heard someone yelling, but he couldn't make words out of it.

Smelling the rich odor of gasoline and faintly, a heat wave was brewing. Danger was fast approaching.

The door was locked tightly. The door was broken and it cannot be opened. After the collision, the car's shape was warped and it impossible to escape.

The remnants of Walker Herbert's willpower told him that he must leave. The scene of the car accident was very dangerous and may explode at any time.

There was hammer under the seat cushion which he could use to break free. However, he was in a state that made him unable to get it.

"Hey! Hey! Anyone..." The voices outside the car felt so far away.

In the end, nothing was heard.

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Somewhere in the Pacific lied private island.

Previously, the island was rumored to have been bought by an insanely rich man to build a resort. But it had not been officially opened to the outside world, and the other end of the island had not yet been developed.

In the past few days, some workers had come and go.

Dana Roosevelt followed the helicopter and ended up on this island. She watched them go in and out every day, and she didn't have an idea of what they were doing. She just observed day by day to pass the time.

Occasionally, she would think about Walker Herbert and sometimes, her thoughts would be blank.

About that man, she had not heard any news, any information except for his deep longing. With the exception of a certain day, when she saw Fort Favila flipping through his phone, his handsome face had a peculiar expression. He raised his head and glanced at her.

She didn't know what it meant at the time, she just asked, "What's the matter?" Dana Roosevelt looked at him.

The man had a short pause then said, "Nothing."

After speaking, he silently turned off the screen of the mobile phone displaying the car accident report.

Something happened to Walker Herbert. Rescue was in progress; the whole country was keeping watch on the life or death situation.

Fort Favila looked at Dana Roosevelt's pale and indifferent face and said nothing.

Three years later, on a luxurious five-star hotel.

Time had passed, and many new high-end hotels had been built in Progress City. Uptown, the financial hotspot of the world, had never lacked luxury venues. But this hotel was undoubtedly the oldest and most noble hotel in Upper Town.

All prestigious celebrities still prefer to hold events here. However, the hotel was all cleared today. Only some of the world's top celebrities and nobles were present, and even for the media, only a select few were invited. Ordinary reporters were not allowed inside.

The protection of the entire site was implemented very well. The luxurious hotel was like a heavily-guarded fortress at the moment.

Backstage, all the ladies' dresses were designed by Valentino's chief. A woman sitting in the middle of the heavy white veil. The wedding dress was very thin and with a light style. The outer layer of milky white yarn seemed like mist when walking. Flying slowly, the whole look exaggerated her loftiness and fairy spirit to the extreme.

She sat in the background, talking and laughing.

"Harper, congratulations! Marrying President Herbert, everyone's envious."

"Yes, lovers eventually become family members, and your waiting for these three years was worth it."

"Tonight is the bridal chamber. Walker Herbert looks so good, don't you think?"

Harper Brown heard this and her face under the wedding dress had a serious expression. She really wanted them to flatter her. While there's nothing wrong with praising Walker Herbert's good figure, but wasn't she a bit vulgar?

After three years, women seem to have matured a lot, and they are not as aggressive as before. But when she laughed, there was a faint trace of gloominess.

"Iris, are you that mindful about my husband?"

The girl named Iris turned pale when she heard such a sentence.

"Ha-Harper... I don't mean anything else by that..."

Harper Brown chuckled. She had two pure gold python-shaped hair accessories hanging on her forehead. Slender and gorgeous, she was like the beautiful Eve in the Garden of Eden.

"You just looked at my husband's figure, and you harbored such thoughts, didn't you?"

Iris was completely alarmed. "No, no... I wouldn't dare thing of your husband that way..."

Harper Brown was the cream of the crop. Now she was finally about to get married to Walker Herbert, and after three years of swallowing her breath, she can finally get it. Everyone didn't dare to defy her.

The atmosphere is getting heavier and heavier. Iris was so anxious that she was about to shed tears, the other women watched and hurriedly finished the game.

"Harper, aren't you overthinking things? You are the most beautiful and noble here. How could President Herbert look at others..."

"Yeah. The two of you were a match made in heaven. You have treated him meticulously for the past three years. No one can get in your way."

"Yup!"

She was showered with flattering words. At this moment, Harper Brown was in cloud nine. It was like a dream come true for her.

And what they said was right, everything happened as if naturally going according to her plans.

Yet for some unknown reason, there was a strange feeling of uneasiness in her heart.

...

On the other side, Alicia Kather wore a long flannel skirt with a dignified face, looking like the descendant of the French aristocracy of the last century.

"Walker, your dad has just got off the plane, he is very happy that you made such a choice!"

On the sofa, there was a man sitting.

With his back turned away from everyone, she couldn't see the expression on his face at this moment. It can be seen that he hasn't done any modeling yet. The man is wearing an extremely elegant black suit with a hand-made shirt made of fine fabrics inside.

"Walker," Alicia said, "You should hurry up and get your styling done too. I have seen Harper just now, she is very beautiful today!" The middle-aged woman smiled happily and said.

The dignified and elegant man hummed, sat down on the sofa next to him, and dialed a number in his hand.

"Reached?" The tone was indifferent and was devoid of emotion.

The driver's voice on the phone was a little hesitating, "Well...it will take a while, the traffic was too congested over there..."

"Any guess how long it will take?"

"Uh..." The driver was very embarrassed when he was asked. He didn't know what else he could say, and he saw Walker Herbert shaking his phone with his jaw raised, looking at the huge crystal lamp on the ceiling.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Ok..."

"Then, hurry it up." He spoke without warmth, his handsome face and the corners of his lips had a very faint smile, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry at all.

After hanging up the phone, the man threw the phone on the other side of the sofa.

"Mom, I want to be alone."

Alicia Kather received a reply from her son suddenly, a little surprised, and a little overjoyed.

"Ok... Walker, remember to change your clothes later."

The man did not reply. Instead, he just took out the phone silently and looked at the screen. The handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly.

On the phone was a photo. The image was of a woman, her figure was not clear, and was more like a silhouette.

It is said that she was the special guest and image spokesperson for today's wedding invitation and was one of the biggest stars in the entertainment industry today. In less than a year, she had completely overtaken Sasha Kit, the goddess of the country.

But as the man looked at the woman in the photo, he wore a perplexed expression.

...

Black lengthened Lincoln. The black luxury car had its windows tinted so that you can't see the expressions of the people inside.

What you can probably see is a long white skirt which was three feet long. The person wore white high heels, studded with brilliant diamonds. She was a stunning and slender woman, wearing sunglasses, leaning on the seat while she closed her eyes and emptied her thoughts.

"Vicky Hale."

"Vicky Hale."

The agent in front watched her fall asleep and called her carefully and tenderly.

The woman didn't reply, she just slept, and she couldn't see the expression on her face with big black frame sunglasses.

"Vicky Hale!"

After the third call, she woke up. The woman's slender eyebrows wrinkled, "What are you doing?"

"There was a traffic jam ahead, and we may not make it to the wedding... How about I tell the organizer and ask them to find a way to stall for time?"

The woman in the car did not speak, but her attitude seemed a little impatient. She tried to endure but still can't bear it. "Who on earth made me attend this wedding? I just arrive and still got jet lag. You know... I have an important announcement tomorrow so why on earth am being sent there?" The woman said in dissatisfaction.

After a while, as if suddenly coming up with an idea, she took off her sunglasses, revealing a face exactly identical to "Dana Roosevelt" back then, with black eyes squirming. "Did Fort Favila arrange it?"

The agent did not speak, and just stared at her like that.

She had a moment of realization. Okay, there's no need to say anything. Vicky Hale leaned back, pushed her sunglasses to his nose, and hummed coldly. "Heh, Fort Favila is going to play me to death, he is probably urging me to get married. Even the wedding reception was a low job..."

Agent, "Actually, Ms. Hale" What the agent didn't want to say,

But in order to satisfy her lady's heart, after thinking about it, she decided to say it.

"Actually... it's not a shameful low job... The guests at this wedding banquet are quite important. The entertainment industry would agree... other than Mr. Favila, it seems that only you can provoke this leader,"

"He was in a hurry today, so I can only arrange for you to come over."

Vicky Hale listened, and her curiosity was piqued, "Oh?"

"Who is it that the entire entertainment industry can't pick anyone to attend? It is such a bigshot?"