"Then where's the groom?" Nicole demanded. "Where did the groom go?"

The servant looked at Nicole as if she were foolish. "What are you talking about? He's obviously at the wedding banquet. Where else would he be?"

Nicole firmly grasped the servant's wrist and insisted. “Wasn't the groom in the lounge?"

“Oh my, why are you so aggressive?" The servant angrily pulled her hand away. “The groom can't be in the lounge all day. He has to appear on stage at some point!"

"He's not here?" Nicole gestured toward the lounge behind the servant.

"Why didn't I see him come out?"

The servant tracked Nicole's gesture and turned around. With a wry smile, she commented, "Then he's not here. Today, they've set up ten identical lounges, each with guards in front. It's almost comical. You'd think the groom was a fugitive with all these decoys and guards around him!"

Nicole felt her head spin. She realized she had been deceived! It wasn't that she lacked intelligence, but that the Watts family was exceptionally cautious and shrewd! They had prepared for any disturbances.

Nicole didn't bother to gather the scattered candies anymore and dashed toward the main banquet hall of the wedding.

“Hey, you haven't finished picking up the candies. Why are you running off again?" The servant stomped her foot in anger. "I'm going to fetch the manager immediately to dismiss you, you unreliable person!"

At the wedding venue.

The Watts and Schultz families were jointly hosting the wedding, creating a lavish scene with a large crowd.

As the host energetically announced, dressed in a white wedding gown, Doreen clung to an elder's arm and gracefully made her way onto the stage.

At the other end of the stage stood Roscoe, clad in a red brocade tailcoat adorned with a groom's badge, his tall posture lending him a noble and elegant appearance.

Seeing Roscoe's striking features, Doreen's heart raced. She hadn't imagined this day would arrive so quickly. She had finally captured this proud man. She would soon be his wife!

As they drew closer and were about to join hands, Doreen's elder tried to pass Doreen's hand to Roscoe, but Roscoe didn't react. He maintained a stoic expression and did not take Doreen's hand.

The mood on the stage turned somewhat awkward.

The host, wearing a strained smile, said, "Groom, please take your bride's hand."

Roscoe still did not respond.

The murmurs among the guests grew louder.