Why was this man, as good-looking as he was, such a chatterbox?

Barlow's smile only widened at her response.

“Rosalynn, you should be nicer to me! I know so many of your secrets!" he teased.

Rosalynn shot him a sidelong glance, retorting, "Feel free to spill them all. Let's see how I'll make you pay."

“Oh, how terrifying Barlow exclaimed, feigning fright. His antics earned him another eye roll from Rosalynn.

Just then, a waiter began ushering the guests to the dining area.

The banquet was about to commence.

Rosalynn's gaze settled on Harlan, who seemed to be searching for someone.

Despite his deception, she knew he wasn't a bad person. He didn't deserve a vindictive bride Like Brylee.

“Rosalynn, brace yourself for a good show."

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Barlow sauntered to the broadcast room.

Rosalynn stood silently, her gaze fixed on the banquet hall's electronic screen. What had once been a charming display of wedding photos had morphed into a scandalous video.

The content of the video was, in a word, appalling.

Although some elements were conveniently blurred, the faces remained sharply defined.

“Wait, isn't that the bride?”

“What's going on? How can she be with three men?"

“Is she a slut? Poor Harlan!"

Excited murmurs filled the room, the scandalous scene provoking an uproar among the guests, their fingers busily snapping photos and recording videos.

Harlan, meanwhile, had been preoccupied with searching for Brylee.

Drawn by the commotion, he turned to the screen. Shock and anger washed over him.

“What on earth is she doing?"

Burning with rage, Harlan trembled violently. His face flushed, he darted upstairs, the murmuring crowd rising to their feet and tailing behind, eager to witness the unfolding drama.