Chapter 80 A Ridiculous and Vulgar Wedding

The wedding host stood on the stage, staring blankly at the bride dressed in black. For a moment, he didn't know how to begin.

Lara went up on stage, approached the host, took the microphone from his hand, and confidently walked to the front of the stage.

In the audience, faces turned astonished, eyes filled with displeasure, and instantly transformed into accusations and dissatisfaction towards her. Lara surveyed the crowd, making sure her father wasn't among them, before secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

She could endure being a laughingstock to everyone, except she couldn't bear letting her father see it.

How difficult must it be for a father to witness his daughter being treated this way?

Lara took a deep breath, picked up the microphone, and smiled, 'As I walked up on stage just now, I saw several uncles and aunties who I haven't seen in a long time...'

Her sweet and soft voice echoed through the hall, gaining an eerie impact in the silence.

Pausing for a moment, she locked her gaze on several familiar faces and continued, “Uncles and aunties, you all watched me grow up. We used to spend a lot of time together at the Morris family home, but after not seeing each other for some time, I almost didn't recognize you.

It's the same faces from my memories, yet in an instant, you've changed ownership and bowed down to a new master. Instead of my father, you now serve my husband. Life's encounters are quite interesting, don't you think?”

As her words fell, there was an uproar in the room.

Facing the noise below, Lara sarcastically smiled. That's how people are—they can't handle the truth, especially those who think they hold high positions. The older they get, the less tolerant they become.

Lara looked coldly at the crowd, her tone disdainful as she said, “Since all the uncles and aunties are here today, as the mistress of Avila Group, I will complete the wedding ceremony.”

After speaking, she waved at Lennon below the stage, signaling him to bring her wedding ring. Lennon, drenched in cold sweat, felt the gaze of the board members and shareholders as if they wanted to tear him apart.

However, he could only steel himself and hand over the ring.

Opening the ring box, a seven-carat pink diamond shimmered softly in silence. She chose this ring for a simple reason—it was big and valuable, nothing more.

Glancing at the silver ring on her ring finger, Avila got extremely angry when she first chose this ring, indicating it had special significance. But now...

She slowly took off the silver ring without any hesitation and casually tossed it away, replacing it with the extravagant diamond ring.

The silver ring rolled onto the carpet and disappeared from sight, unnoticed as if it were too cheap to be worth anything.

Lara stared at the expensive wedding ring on her finger and carelessly spoke into the microphone, "The groom is not here, so there's no way to exchange rings. Shareholders, just make do with watching."

With that, she took her eyes off the ring and looked down at the audience, a mocking smile appearing on her beautiful face. "Now that the ring is on, hmm... I declare the wedding over!"

"..."

In response, there was a wave of dissatisfaction.

Lara lightly touched the diamond flower on her updo and sneered disdainfully, "What are you shareholders still dawdling for? The wedding is already over, go downstairs and eat. What are you waiting for?"

As soon as she finished speaking, several people couldn't sit still and stood up, pointing accusing fingers.

"This is outrageous!"

"Where is Mr. Avila?"

"What are we being treated as?"

"At our age, being humiliated by such a young girl is unacceptable."

"..."

The clamor surged, anger and humiliation blending together, revealing the ugly side of people when it came to their interests.

Lara glanced coldly at the crowd, her red lips outlining contempt. She threw away the microphone and proudly walked off the stage.

She had no obligation to listen to their outbursts.

The various noises still echoed in Lara's ears as she turned to look at the hall, disgusted by the faces in front of her.

She bitterly smiled in self-mockery; a wedding for one person was absurd and vulgar.

Even more vulgar was the fact that she actually lost to Bella.

How ironic!

Lennon hurriedly caught up, jogging. "Madam, you shouldn't..."

Lara shifted her gaze and said coldly, "Stop talking nonsense. The wedding is over, take me home!"

"Madam..."

Lara stared at him with cold eyes. "I told you to take me home, didn't you understand?"

"..."

Lennon was stunned.

Having witnessed her various spoiled and unreasonable behaviors, this was the first time Lennon had heard Lara speak so abruptly.

The phone suddenly rang, interrupting Lennon's distraction.

It was Avila's call.

Lennon breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr. Avila, where are you?"

Lara closed her eyes, the elevator doors opened, and she immediately walked in.

For her, the wedding was already over, and her mission was completed.

The elevator doors closed slowly, leaving Lennon outside while he was still on the phone.

Going down to the first floor.

The elevator doors opened, and Timothy stood anxiously at the entrance.

Lara glanced at him and walked out on her own.

Timothy sighed helplessly and caught up, grabbing her arm firmly, "Madam, you..."

"What are you doing? Let go of me!"

"Lara..."

Her voice suddenly rose, "I told you to let go!"

Timothy slowly released his grip, "Lara, he's on his way, you shouldn't be so impulsive, it's not good for you."

Not good for me?

She scoffed, "Timothy, tell me, what do I gain from marrying him?"

"..."

"Did you already know that he was going to stand me up at the wedding?"

Timothy moved his lips but couldn't say anything to deny it.

He had spoken to Avila and knew that something had come up on his end. They were friends on both sides, so he was in a difficult position.

Lara pushed him away angrily and started walking towards the hotel entrance.

Timothy hurriedly caught up with her, grabbing her hand and panting, "You're dressed like this, I'll take you back."

Lara glanced at the journalists still waiting at the entrance, then smiled mischievously, "Sure, you can take me back, but carry me to the car."

Timothy was taken aback.

Lara touched the dazzling diamond ring on her hand, "Today, I am the bride. I don't want my feet touching the ground. Either you carry me or leave me alone."

Timothy gritted his teeth, "You're trying to kill me, Miss."

What would people think if he carried her in front of the reporters?

Avila would kill him!

Upon hearing this, Lara forcefully tried to shake his hand off.

Timothy took a deep breath, "Let it be death then!"

Saying that, he bent down and lifted her up, striding towards the car.

In an instant, the quiet flashes exploded, and the media focused all their cameras on the handsome couple.

The bodyguard opened the car door, and Timothy put her in the back seat before getting in himself.

The driver started the car and left the hotel entrance.

Timothy loosened his tie and panted, "Miss, you should lose weight!"

Lara leaned against the window, staring blankly outside, and annoyed, "Why don't you admit you're weak!"

She weighed only ninety-two pounds; Chloe was even half a pound heavier than her!

Even in her anger, a woman couldn't forget her obsession with weight.