Roscoe began to speak. "I..."

However, before he could complete his response, a voice cut him off.

"Nol"

Roscoe paused and looked around in confusion.

ALL eyes turned to identify the voice.

Nicole burst through the crowd onto the stage and said to Roscoe earnestly, “Roscoe, you can't marry her!"

The crowd descended into turmoil. What was happening? A woman in the crowd was attempting to steal the groom right here!

Roscoe glanced between Nicole in the servant's uniform and the woman in the pristine white wedding dress. He was bewildered, and then a sharp pain shot through his head. How could it be? How could there be two Nicole?

Nicole clutched Roscoe's arm and said emotionally, her voice raised, "Roscoe, don't you remember our agreement? You were supposed to marry me!"

Nicole's voice reverberated in Roscoe's mind, making his head spin.

Memories with Nicole flashed through his mind like scattered pieces.

Some sentences uttered by him began to ring out in his mind. "Nicole, will you marry me?" "Nicole, I like you. Don't feel burdened by my feelings. I'll keep waiting for you until you're ready to embrace me..."

"Nicole, am I dreaming? Can you repeat that? Did you actually say yes to me?" “Nicole, Nicole...”

Doreen reacted quickly and delivered a sharp slap across Nicole's face. She roared hysterically, “Why hasn't anyone removed this madwoman yet!"

The security guards sprang into action and rushed to capture Nicole.

As time was of the essence, Nicole gripped Roscoe's arm firmly and said, "Roscoe, you don't love Doreen. You've never loved her. Don't marry her or you'll regret it. The Watts family is exploiting you. They want to... Ah!"

Suddenly, Nicole's head was yanked back harshly. Several bodyguards in black suits pulled her hair, grabbed her neck, covered her mouth, and dragged her away.

“Wait a minute!" Roscoe called out instinctively, halting the bodyguards.

The bodyguards paused, uncertain, waiting for Roscoe's next words.

However, the overwhelming pain in Roscoe's head made him struggle to speak his mind, sweats breaking out on his forehead.