Chapter 1240

Hazel thought hard for a moment before sighing. "He touches everything." Just then, the sound of the lively wedding game erupted outside the door, and the women inside panicked—because the damn shoes were still not hidden. Hazel pointed at the door. "Grace, go stand guard! If anyone dares to come in, kick them out!" Grace just stared at her. Just then, a knock came at the door, followed by Shawn's voice. "Hazel, open up. I'm here." The bride was too frantic to care about appearances, no matter what the makeup artist or photographer said. She grabbed her wedding shoes and hurled them onto the top of her wardrobe. Bullseye—they landed perfectly. Abigail blinked. "Hazel, your wardrobe is tall. How are you gonna get them down?" Hazel sat down calmly. "That's not my problem anymore. If he wants to marry me, he'll figure it out." Outside, Shawn—determined to claim his bride—began sliding envelopes of cash under the door, one after another, until there were over 20. "Is that enough f