Chapter 917

The name sounded offensive. Ben frowned. "Mr. Ford is at the wedding with his wife. I will handle these small matters." "What a good dog, very loyal!" Warren spoke without the slightest sympathy, and his crutch rattled on the ground. "Don't you forget who owns the company now? I haven't died, nor have I abdicated yet. How dare you disobey me?!” Ben lowered his head but had no intention of retreating, standing firmly in front of him. Warren was on the edge of losing his patience as he shouted, “Move!” "Sorry, Chairman, you can go in, but she can't." Adamant about not letting Guinevere in, Ben gave him no room for negotiation. "This is Mr. Ford’s order!" He was at fault for letting Guinevere appear at the wedding. If he couldn’t even accomplish the task that Weston gave him, his title as the chief assistant would might as well become invalid. ... Thanks to the backup plan, the wedding was able to continue. Stella’s wedding dress had been given to her body double, so she natur