Even a blind man could see the deep connection between Lionel and me, let alone someone as sharp as Peter Jones. Yet, he merely furrowed his brow and said, "Margie, we're getting married the day after tomorrow. You haven't forgotten our wedding, have you? Come here, to my side." As he spoke, he reached out his hand towards me.
"Peter Jones, I..."
"Have you forgotten what Hue said? Just marry me obediently!" Peter Jones, the young and successful business magnate, was indeed a master negotiator. By suddenly bringing up Hue, he left me speechless.
Seeing my hesitation, Lionel swiftly pulled me behind him. "She doesn't love you and won't marry you! Hue has no right to meddle."
"Shut up!" Peter Jones's cold rebuke carried a hint of fear—not fear of Lionel, but fear of losing everything he had gained, including me and Lee's Group. "I don't want to hear it! Margie is my fiancée! She promised to marry me, and she must honor that commitment!"
