CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: SECOND WEDDING SCENE, HER ARRIVAL!

Two years ago today was the death anniversary of Iris Crawford.

Two years later today, Jordan Jacobs and Yvonne Jennings deliberately chose to hold their wedding at this moment.

And Iris Crawford was Jordan Jacobs’ ex-wife.

While Iris Crawford was alive, she was not well-liked. She was plump and clumsy, and after being forced into marriage with her, Jordan Jacobs loathed her to the core.

The day Iris Crawford died, he couldn’t wait to set off fireworks to celebrate. Who cared if Yvonne Jennings was the mistress?

Now, naturally, he had to deliberately choose this heart-stabbing day to start a new Chapter in his life.

The faces of the guests carried hypocritical smiles, "The Young Master Jacobs’ new bride is just so beautiful."

"I hope this time it lasts forever, with a house full of children."

In front of Jordan Jacobs, the eldest of the Jacobs Family, who would dare not say something pleasing to his ears? Looking at Jordan Jacobs and Yvonne Jennings standing together as a perfect couple, all the guests could do was congratulate and cheer, "Indeed, handsome men should be with beautiful women."

"But... how did the last one die?"

"Yeah, the last one... such bad luck. It’s been long enough, just forget it. Let’s not bring it up on such a great day."

Such bad luck.

Jordan Jacobs didn’t say anything, just smiled and embraced Yvonne Jennings, addressing the guests, "Thank you all for attending my wedding banquet tonight. It’s truly a privilege."

"Young Master Jacobs is too kind. With the Jacobs Family at the peak of its glory, being invited is truly our honor."

"Such hypocrisy is truly nauseating."

As everyone was uttering their flattering words, a bright female voice rang out like a clap of thunder, cleaving through the noisy venue!

Jordan Jacobs felt the voice was somewhat familiar but couldn’t recall where he had heard it before. At this moment, the lighting in the venue was dimmed, leaving the door wide open, with some light faintly spilling in from outside. Jordan Jacobs blinked carefully, intently looking over—

A tall woman stood at the door, coming against the light, her red dress flaring, with black waves covering half of her face. Her face was adorned with a beautiful lace mask, covering the upper half, leaving only a pair of captivating fox-like eyes exposed.

She gently brushed her hair aside, drew her red lips slightly, and instantly stole the spotlight from the elaborately dressed bride Yvonne Jennings.

Jordan Jacobs’ heart paused for a few seconds in the face of the unexpected guest. His emotions were inexplicably tense and excited, "Who are you?"

Remember not inviting this woman...?

"Who is she?"

"Even with a mask, she looks stunning..."

"Could it be Young Master Jacobs has someone outside..."

Hearing this, Yvonne Jennings instantly didn’t show any good face to the entering woman. She had managed to snatch Jordan Jacobs from Iris Crawford, that silly plump woman, and would never hand him over again. Another woman wanting to climb into her man’s bed? Dream on!

So Yvonne Jennings braced for battle, "Who are you? We personally sent out all the invitations, and I remember not inviting you. Security, escort her out for me!"

With such straightforward and uncompromising words, it seemed Yvonne Jennings was genuinely furious, even publicly playing the domineering lady of the house. As a result, the security outside hurriedly surrounded the woman who suddenly barged in.

Surrounded, the woman elegantly crossed her arms, tapping her slender fingers on her other arm, smiling, "How could you not recognize me? For the past two years, I’ve dreamed of seeing you."

With these words, the whole venue was in uproar!

Yvonne Jennings’ face turned pale; didn’t this imply the woman in front had an intimate relationship with Jordan Jacobs?! Jordan Jacobs also changed his expression; saying this in front of all the guests on his wedding day would make people think his private life was indecent!

Jordan Jacobs showed aggression, "I don’t know you at all. Miss, please leave!"

Having said that, to save face, he intended to personally drive away this mysterious woman, but as he raised his hand to grab her, a cold, arrogant voice echoed from outside.

"Step aside, I brought her."

Simultaneously, everyone looked out the door again, where a man in a suit strolled in with one hand casually in his pocket, his stride unrestrained.

He squinted with a smile, walking over and casually draping an arm over the woman’s shoulders, reaching out a large palm to rub the soft hair on the woman’s head as if cuddling a pet, saying, "Young Master Jacobs personally wrote me the invitation to invite me here, and now you’re trying to kick my guest out; that’s not good, is it?"

This man is... Lachlan Wyatt? Then this woman, brought by Lachlan Wyatt?

"Young Master Wyatt?"

"Oh my god, finally seeing him in person, so handsome..."

"What does it feel like to be like that? If I were like him, my dreams would awaken me with laughter..."

Who would dare defy the prestige of the Wyatt Family’s eldest? All their questions were swallowed back. Jordan Jacobs immediately switched from a fierce expression to a polite demeanor, gritting a smile, "So it’s Young Master Wyatt, my apologies... I’d heard you were abroad and might not make it back in time. Didn’t expect you to come personally, such an honor..."

A few minutes ago, everyone was trying to win over Jordan Jacobs; now, Jordan Jacobs was trying to curry favor with Lachlan Wyatt.

Seeing Lachlan Wyatt, Yvonne Jennings’ eyes were tinged with resentment. Lachlan Wyatt was famously a wealthy bachelor, how could this woman cling onto such a high branch as Young Master Wyatt? She surely had practiced being a cunning vixen, luring and clinging onto Young Master Wyatt—

Before her thoughts finished, the woman being held by Lachlan Wyatt publicly knocked away the hand he placed on her shoulder in a declaration of ownership, shrugging free, carelessly saying, "Don’t press on me, you’ll give me uneven shoulders."