Under her breath, she added, "Besides, it's not like it's a real marriage..."

Lance was rendered speechless.

“Where are you, Lance? It's so noisy there," Bettie inquired casually.

"I'm at the plaza, about to go home."

"Alright, then I won't hold you up.”

After ending the call, Bettie stretched and shared her plight with Sabrina, "I need to wake up at three in the morning on the wedding day for the preparation. That's going to be brutal, isn't it?"

Sabrina offered a comforting smile. "Just get through the day, and you'll have the company. It's worth the hassle."

Meanwhile, at a luxurious hotel's plaza, Lance ended the call, put away his phone, and made his way into the hotel lobby. He checked in and then went up to the top floor. He reached a Luxurious suite and knocked.

Thirty seconds later, the door swung open from within.

A young foreign man spotted Lance and motioned for him to enter.

“Sir, you're right on time. Mr. Wilson is waiting for you inside. Please, come in."

Lance stepped in and caught sight of his dad, Kaleb, seated on a sofa near the floor-to-ceiling windows. A young girl sat beside him.

Spotting Lance, Jennie blinked in surprise and exclaimed, "Uncle!"

With a serene expression, Lance greeted his father and then gently patted Jennie on the head, inquiring, "Jennie, why are you here?"

Jennie glanced at Kaleb and replied, “Grandpa picked me up."

"Does your father know about this?" Lance asked.

Jennie shook her head in response.

"How could you? Don't you fear that he might be a kidnapper who could sell you?" Lance teased with a smile.

“I'm not scared," Jennie said as she looked earnestly at Kaleb, nibbled on her fingers, and tilted her head. "Grandpa doesn't resemble a kidnapper."

"You can recognize a face but not the intentions behind it. Not all bad people look bad. You shouldn't do this again, understood?" Lance warned.