Chapter 150

The elite of high society were converging on the junkyard. Sierra's eyes locked onto Atlas. "Atlas, who are you really?" Atlas had no intention of stirring up trouble on his wedding day. But now that Tabitha was on her way, he was indifferent to what came next. He turned back to Sierra. There was a hint of disdain in his voice when he said, "You'll find out soon enough." Sierra's frustration was palpable. She couldn't bear the indignity any longer. Grabbing her phone, she called Michael. "Michael, what's going on? Not a single guest from the Kingston family has shown up." Michael, who was equally stunned, replied, "That's impossible!" Sierra's voice was a dangerous whisper. "Do you think I'm lying? And wasn't East Eighteenth Street supposed already under your name?" Michael stammered, "Yes, I bought it. When you said you wanted the wedding at East Eighteenth Street, I arranged for a church to be purchased right away. We were supposed to hold the ceremony in front of that old ch