Chapter 233

Chapter 233

The call connected quickly, and Cecil's calm voice came through. "How did it go?"

Catherine walked to the window, looking down at the bustling traffic below, her voice cold.

"He's thrilled, busy preparing for our wedding."

There was a pause on the other end. Cecil seemed to imagine the scene and sighed. "Catherine, you..."

"I'm fine." Catherine cut him off. She didn't need anyone's sympathy.

"Is everything ready?"

"Just as you requested. Micro-device, powerful enough to cover the entire main stage area of the banquet hall, but won't affect the guest seating. The detonator is on your end, remote-controlled, absolutely safe." Cecil said calmly.

"Good."

"I've also obtained Nova Pharmaceuticals' internal documents and fund flow charts through our inside contact. Once you make your move, I'll immediately unite all the capital we can and launch a full assault. I guarantee within one day, Nova Pharmaceuticals' stock will hit the limit down, and within three days, he'll be insolvent and facing bankruptcy liquidation."

Catherine's eyes were empty, but her voice was incredibly firm.

"Cecil, wait for my signal. When the Foster family collapses, that's when he and I... settle everything."



After hanging up, she deleted all call records and put her phone back in her bag.

When she pushed open the door and walked out again, that happy, shy smile was back on her face.

The wedding venue was chosen at a private island chapel owned by the Foster family.

Philip had reserved the entire island, decorating it with tens of thousands of white tulips flown in from abroad.

From the chapel to the banquet hall, a long red carpet stretched out, the epitome of luxury.

He held Catherine's hand, introducing every detail to her, his eyes full of anticipation.

"The bells here were handcrafted by the world's oldest family of artisans. Only three churches in the world have them."

"For the dinner fireworks, I hired the team that designed the Olympic opening ceremony."

"Catherine, I'm going to give you a wedding that every woman in the world will envy."

Catherine listened quietly, nodding and smiling, playing the role of a happy bride immersed in love.

But when Philip turned to talk to the wedding planner, her gaze would fall on his tall figure, her eyes so complex they were unsettling.

Was there reluctance?

Such thoughts were soon swept away by hatred.

That night.

While Philip was handling business in his study, Catherine went alone to the empty wedding banquet hall.

The workers had left for the day. The huge crystal chandelier was dark, with only a few emergency lights casting dim light.

Using her phone's faint glow, she found a hidden panel beneath the main stage, used for maintenance access.

She took out a black cube the size of a matchbox from her handbag, skillfully opened the panel, and placed it next to the core support column, connecting it to the wiring already in place.

After finishing, she closed the panel and perfectly concealed the traces with the corner of a carpet.

Throughout the entire process, her hands didn't tremble once.

Back in the bedroom, she took out the detonator disguised as a lipstick from her bag and checked the signal light one last time.

Everything was ready.

On the wedding day, the weather was clear and bright.

Private jets continuously brought the top elite from Brightonfield City and across the country to this dream island decorated with tulips and white gauze.

Media cameras were already in position, broadcasting every luxurious detail of this wedding of the century to the world.

Although Philip's mother couldn't attend because she had to care for Elizabeth, and Alvin refused to attend, the absence of these two relatives didn't affect the wedding's proceedings.

Inside the chapel, guests filled the seats.

Philip wore an impeccably tailored white suit, his figure tall and straight, his handsome face showing undisguised joy and anticipation.

He stood before the altar, his gaze locked on the chapel entrance.

When the wedding march began, the heavy doors slowly opened.

Catherine, wearing the diamond-studded wedding dress, slowly walked in.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a holy glow around her.

She was so beautiful she seemed unreal, like a goddess from mythology, each step landing on Philip's heartbeat.

In Philip's eyes was undisguised love and intense possessiveness.

Watching her walk toward him step by step, he seemed to see his complete future.

This woman he had used every means to keep by his side would finally belong to him completely today.

He grasped Catherine's hand, the cold touch making him pause, but he assumed she was nervous and only held her hand tighter.

The two stood side by side before the priest.

The priest smiled kindly and began reading the vows.

"Mr. Philip Foster, do you take Ms. Catherine Levin, standing before you, to be your wife? To love her, care for her, and remain faithful to her, whether in wealth or poverty, in sickness or in health, until the end of your life?"

"I do."

Philip's voice, without the slightest hesitation, rang out loud and firm throughout the chapel.

His profile, in the sunlight, was flawlessly handsome, the affection in his eyes enough to drown anyone.

The priest nodded with satisfaction and turned to Catherine.

"Ms. Catherine Levin, do you take Mr. Philip Foster, standing before you, to be your husband? To love him, care for him, and remain faithful to him, whether in wealth or poverty, in sickness or in health, until the end of your life?"

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone's eyes focused on Catherine.

Inside, she was conducting her final countdown.She wondered, 'Cecil's side should be ready by now. Three. This wedding dress is truly beautiful. Too bad it will witness not happiness, but a grand destruction. Two. Dad, Mom, can you see? I'm here to avenge you. One. Philip... goodbye.'

She slowly raised her head and looked deeply at Philip.

Philip met her gaze, his eyes full of anticipation and love.

He could even feel his heartbeat pounding like a drum in his chest.

He waited for her to say yes.

Under Philip's expectant gaze, under all the guests' watchful eyes, Catherine slowly spoke.But she said, "Father, could you please step down for a moment?"

The entire chapel instantly fell into dead silence.

Everyone was stunned by this unexpected statement.

The priest stood frozen, looking at Philip helplessly.

Philip's smile froze. Holding Catherine's hand, he felt the coldness of her palm, and an ominous feeling slowly rose.

"Catherine, don't fool around." His voice still maintained composure, but already carried a hint of tension.

Catherine acted as if she hadn't heard. She withdrew her hand and said calmly into the microphone. "Please, I'd like to speak with my fiancé alone."

Her attitude was resolute. The priest could only look to Philip for help.

Philip looked at her deeply and finally nodded.