I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn Novel

Chapter 66

Stella was shocked. “N-no way? It can’t be true.”

Harold hummed and said, “Well, let’s just sit back and enjoy the show.”

Stella was at a loss. Yves cared about appearances and wanted a procession of luxury cars for the wedding. That was why she agreed to help.

She never expected that Isabel’s ex-boyfriend would be invited.

‘But… Isabel had a lavish spending habit. There’s no way she will let go of a wealthy boyfriend like Mr. Eastwood.

Although Yves came from a well-off family with assets worth at least over 2 million dollars, he was still far behind Mr. Eastwood.’

Unable to understand the situation, she decided to let it go. Overthinking was only giving her a headache. Stella then reminded Harold, “Harold, today is a big day for Yves. Don’t cause any unnecessary trouble. I’ll wedding cars.”

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The girls at the photo studio spent half an hour preparing the wedding cars. The bride’s car was a Cullinan, driven by Wayne.

The high-end and imposing Mercedes-Benz AMG G63 was also eye-catching. Oliver made the switch with Charles and opted for the cheaper Mercedes-Benz S450, while Charles took the wheel of his Mercedes-Benz AMG G63. This was to avoid any potential awkwardness if Yves and Isabel saw him there.

Thinking about Isabel made Oliver’s heart twinge in pain. After all, he had invested his emotions in her, only to be heartlessly dumped because he was poor.

Harold intentionally initiated a conversation with Oliver. As long as Oliver was not entangled in any illicit or perilous endeavors, Harold had no cause for concern. He simply wanted to delve into the story behind Oliver’s remarkable success and learn how he had managed to amass his fortune.

After all 18 wedding cars were ready, Stella led the team back to Yves’ house.

What further surprised Oliver was that Yves’ house was also located in the Juset Riveria Residences. However, it was not in the exclusive mansion area where Oliver resided. Instead, it was situated in the high-rise area to the north. Yves’ house was in Block 22, a complex consisting entirely of 22-story villas.

Yves’ house occupied the first and second floors of Block 22, with an additional basement floor. On the ground floor, there was a private garden of 800 square feet.

This type of villa with a private garden was worth about 1 million dollars. Although it could not be compared with a standalone mansion, it could only be afforded by wealthy families.

Between Block 22 and Block 20 stood a large colorful inflatable arch that signified celebration. There was also a red carpet on the ground that led directly to Yves’ house.

A row of luxury cars parked in a long line.

Next to it was a wedding photo enlargement that was taller than a person. The artistic photo displayed a beautiful woman and a handsome man with the words: [Groom Yves, Bride Isabel] written on top, followed by the phrase [Happy marriage] below.

It was indeed true!

Oliver did not know what to say. He did not even feel like getting out of the car.

Stella was also unsure of what to do. However, considering that Yves and Isabel would be sitting in the Cullinan, the designated main wedding car, and Oliver would not be driving it, they might be able to cover the truth.

It would be best to cover it up and not mention it to Yves.

However, Harold was not one to let things slide. He went into the house to look for Yves.

Yves had woken up early that day, dressed in a brand-new suit, looking smart and refreshed.

When he saw Harold rushing in, Yves greeted him with a pat on the shoulder and a hearty laugh. “Harold, sorry about that. I didn’t have time to tell you, but we no longer need your car as the main wedding car. My friend has two Cullinan, so we’ll use it as the wedding car.”

Harold stared at him as he continued to boast.

Yves continued with a smug expression on his face, “Harold, if you ever want to use a Cullinan as your wedding car when you get married, just let me know. I’ll take care of it! My friend would agree without any question!”

Harold chuckled. “Sure!”

Initially, he planned to talk to Yves about Oliver directly. But seeing Yves’ smugness, he held back and decided to bring it up later when they arrived at Isabel’s house.

Harold’s and Yves’ families had a similar financial situation. Although they usually appeared friendly to each other, they often competed behind the scenes. Today’s incident would give Yves a blow to his pride.

Harold noticed that Oliver had switched to another car and did not get out of the car when they arrived. It was clear that he was trying to blend in.

At half past seven, the groom’s side was ready. The wedding procession consisted of more than 30 people and 18 cars, all dazzling and luxurious. Most of them were Yves’ classmates.

Oliver’s Mercedes-Benz S450 went unnoticed, with no one even bothering to sit in it. He was content with the tranquility.

He knew the way to Isabel’s house, but now, heading there felt completely different from before.

Isabel’s house was much more ordinary. When they arrived, Oliver noticed that half of the bridesmaids were also his

classmates.

Oliver sighed and thought that he should not have come. He would have asked Fabian to arrange for someone else if he had known.

He continued to sit in the car. After all, no one would pay attention to him. He just wanted to get through it.

But things did not go as Oliver had imagined. Harold was a popular figure, and Isabel’s bridesmaids blocked him as soon as he

got

out of the car.

Yves handed out monetary gifts while saying, “I’m clearing the path with monetary gifts, ladies. If you let us through, there will be generous rewards!”

Harold pointed at the car outside and said mischievously, “Out there, in the Mercedes-Benz with the temporary license plate 008 sits an unmarried billionaire. That’s much more exciting than the monetary gift!”

In Jeahron, it was customary for the groomsmen and bridesmaids to be single. The bridesmaids’ eyes turned greedy and directed their piercing gaze at Harold as soon as he uttered those words. “Harold, are you being honest?”

“Harold, is there anyone in our class wealthier than you and Yves?”

“Harold, you deliberately lied to us, didn’t you?”

-Harold waved his hand in a pretentiously profound manner. “Well, if you believe it exists, then it does.”

His tone and expression caused the bridesmaids to scoff. Then they turned their attention back to the fierce and intimidating groomsmen,

After passing the bridesmaid obstacle, the groomsmen finally escorted Yves into the bride’s room!

Isabel was sitting on the bed in a magnificent red wedding gown. Her face was adorned with exquisite makeup.

Harold glanced at the beautifully adorned Isabel and leaned in to whisper to Yves and Isabel. “Yves, Isabel, they have prepared a lot of surprises for you today. The challenges won’t be easy!”

Yves hurriedly pleaded, “Harold, you have to help me today. I’ll return the favor when it’s your turn to get married. Whether it’s cigarettes or a monetary gift, I’ll provide it! Just spare me from any more pranks or mischief

Harold smirked mysteriously and whispered, “Well, here’s the plan. Once you and Isabel leave later, we’ll find a place to stop and distribute cigarettes and monetary gifts. I’ll then arrange for the both of you to secretly switch to another car and head to the hotel. I’ve already made arrangements. It’s a black Mercedes-Benz S450 with temporary license plate 008.”

Yves was overjoyed. He playfully jabbed Harold with his elbow. “You’re the best!”

As they set off, Yves and Isabel got on the Cullinan as planned. But after driving no more than 0.7 miles, Harold, who was leading the way, stopped his car.

The pre-arranged individuals quickly got out of their cars, one by one, to distribute cigarettes and monetary gifts. Harold then urged Yves and Isabel to switch their cars quickly.

Yves and Isabel hurriedly made their way to Oliver’s black Mercedes-Benz, parked nearby, and jumped in.

Oliver was stunned when he saw the bride and groom entering his car.