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Spencer Burley started to explain, but halfway through, Greg Jensen silenced him with a glance, and then looked at Adrian Wright beside him, choosing to remain silent.

Vivian Shimpson chuckled disdainfully, “What, are you trying to say that this video was orchestrated by Greg? Just look at the sort of person he is, does he even have the capability?

If he had such ability earlier, he wouldn’t have been beaten stupid by Ethan Locke in the first place.”

Upon hearing her words, Theo Carter’s face immediately darkened as he said coldly, “Miss Tang, show some respect to Mr. Greg.”

“Have I not been respectful enough? How much more respectful do you want me to be?”

The Tang family had some clout in Jamae, but it certainly couldn’t compare to the Carter Family, and originally, she wouldn’t dare offend Theo Carter.

However, Theo Carter’s attitude towards Greg made her subconsciously feel that Theo was nothing significant, so she directly retorted.

After talking back, she then remembered that Theo Carter seemed to be with the Carter Family.

At this moment, Greg suddenly turned his head and gave Theo Carter a cold glance, saying, “Enough, enjoy the show, what are you two arguing about?”

“Yes, Mr. Greg.”

Theo Carter glared at Vivian Shimpson and then turned his head away.

Cindy Harrison, who was on stage, had already been beaten to the point where she couldn’t get up, and Judy Lampe was carefully helping her to her feet.

Ethan Locke charged into the crowd, and together with his father, Joe Locke, began to beat up his uncle, Alan Locke, mercilessly.

The guests were stunned, having come just to attend the wedding, not expecting to witness such sensational drama unfold.

It was said that noble families were often disorderly—today was an eye-opener!

Old Master Jeffrey Locke passed out in anger, and a group of people surrounded him, fanning and reviving him until he finally opened his eyes after quite a while.

Seeing the once orderly wedding descend into complete chaos, Jeffrey Locke’s lips trembled with rage.

He pointed at Alan Locke and others, panting heavily, and said, “Go, pull them apart.”

“Yes, Old Master.”

Several bodyguards immediately rushed over, separating Alan Locke from Ethan Locke and the others.

At this point, Alan Locke had been beaten to a pulp, his face swollen and a large patch of scalp torn off, leaving a bloody mess, which was pitiful to see.

Ethan Locke felt he had vented his frustration and coldly looked at his uncle, Alan Locke.

Joe Locke was still agitated and, pointing at Alan Locke yelled, “You bastard, this isn’t over, just you wait!”

“It’s just a woman, is it worth it?” Alan Locke retorted defiantly.

“All of you, shut your mouths!”

Jeffrey Locke, gasping for air, shouted in anger, “Isn’t this mess enough for you?”

Seeing the old master speak, the two brothers immediately became quiet, glancing at each other with resentment before falling silent.

Jeffrey Locke looked over the ravaged scene, suddenly feeling as if he had aged ten years, and he sighed. Turning to Ethan Locke, he said, “Ethan, help me to the stage.”

“Yes, Grandfather.”

Ethan Locke went to his grandfather’s side, assisting him onto the stage.

Looking at Cindy Harrison, who had just regained consciousness, Jeffrey Locke’s eyes were sharp as blades as he coldly said, “Now get lost!”

Cindy Harrison trembled, fell to her knees with a thud, and clung to Jeffrey Locke’s legs, crying, “Grandfather, I was wrong, from now on I…”

Jeffrey Locke remained silent, merely glancing down with icy, penetrating eyes.

If it weren’t for the many guests present, and if the Locke family didn’t need to be concerned about their reputation, he would have been tempted to kill Cindy right then and there. Why else would he pay her any attention?

What was supposed to be a joyful day was ruined by this woman’s antics.

“Get out of the way!”

Ethan Locke pushed her aside and said with a dark expression, “You whore, you’d better vanish before I change my mind, or don’t blame me for being rude!”

Cindy Harrison knew Ethan Locke very well, and seeing that he had murder intent, her body shivered, and with Judy Lampe’s support, she stood up.

She initially wanted to say some pleasantries, but looking at Ethan Locke’s fierce expression, as if he wanted to eat her alive, she immediately dropped the idea and sulked out.

The guests automatically parted to create a path, and countless strange glances all focused on Cindy Harrison.

At that moment, she was like a skinned lamb, naked and exposed for everyone to see.

In fact, that recent video had already displayed every part of Cindy Harrison’s body in front of everyone.

Cindy Harrison felt as if she were walking on pins and needles and didn’t dare to lift her head as she hurried out.

Seeing this, Judy Lampe felt terrible and couldn’t help but whisper confortingly, “Han Han, don’t be scared, we still have our secret savings. If we cash that out, there’ll still be quite a bit left.

After we settle this, we’ll go back to our hometown, and we can live comfortably for the rest of our lives.”

“Mm, thank you, Auntie Judy.”

Cindy Harrison took a deep breath, lifted her head, and a hint of a smile appeared on her face.

The next second, however, she locked eyes with a mocking gaze.

“Greg Jensen?”

The sight of him made Cindy Harrison’s face twist with anger as she accused, “It was you, wasn’t it? You did this, didn’t you?”

Greg Jensen simply shook his head lightly and said indifferently, “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

He had intended to mock her, but seeing Cindy Harrison’s current state, he found his interest waning.

Cindy Harrison was clear in her heart that this matter definitely had something to do with Greg Jensen; otherwise, why would he come to the wedding? To seek humiliation?

But even if it really was Greg Jensen who had done it, what could she do?

Previously, relying on Ethan Locke’s connections, she might have been able to make things difficult for Greg Jensen. Now, without the Locke family’s support, she was nothing—how could she fight against Greg Jensen?

Judy Lampe pulled on Cindy Harrison and whispered lowly, “Han Han, let it go, let’s just hurry and leave.”

Cindy Harrison snapped back to reality and looked back to see Ethan Locke staring at her, his face seething with rage.

Her body trembled again, she nodded and quickly followed Judy Lampe out.

Seeing this, Greg Jensen couldn’t help but remind her, “You can’t leave.”

Cindy Harrison instinctively stopped in her tracks and frowned, “What do you mean?”

Greg Jensen gestured with his mouth towards the entrance and said, “You’ll find out soon.”

Cindy Harrison was stunned, looked back, and saw several patrol officers walking in through the door, immediately getting a bad feeling.

As expected, the leading middle-aged patrol officer glanced around, his eyes settled on her, and then he quickly walked over.

“You’re Cindy Harrison, right? You are suspected of falsely accusing and framing someone. Please come with us,” he said.

“Framing?”

A chill went down Cindy Harrison’s spine, and she gave a strained laugh, “You… You must have made a mistake, right? I don’t think I’ve sued anyone, have I?”

The middle-aged patrol officer said indifferently, “It’s not about you, it’s about Angela Stuart’s case.”

“Angela Stuart?”

Cindy Harrison was stunned again and incredulously turned back to Greg Jensen, asking in shock, “Angela Stuart got arrested by you?”

However, Greg Jensen had no interest in answering her question; he simply glanced at her and turned his head away.

“We’ll talk at the station. Take her away!” commanded the middle-aged patrol officer, and immediately two officers approached to handcuff Cindy Harrison.

Desperation seized Cindy Harrison; she struggled, pushed the officers away, and stumbled in front of Greg Jensen. She fell to her knees, clutching at his trousers, and pleaded:

“Greg Jensen, I was wrong, please, for the sake of our past, let me off.”