Chapter 1387

As the wedding march filled the air, Gloria, radiant in her gown, walked gracefully toward the stage, surrounded by four young flower girls. She tried to prolong each step, but eventually, she reached the stage. Clutching a pair of scissors concealed in her gown, she took a deep breath and held her head high. "You are the heiress of the Hathaway family. You must not cry. Even if you die, you must die with dignity!" she thought to herself. Gloria closed her eyes, determined to end it all. Just as she tightened her grip on the scissors, Jeremy's phone rang, and he quickly dashed down the aisle toward one of the guests. "Miss!" Jeremy exclaimed, pulling a female guest to her feet. "You were right! My company just came under attack from a competitor, and we've lost over a hundred million dollars. What should I do?" As Gloria recognized the woman's face, her grip faltered immediately. The scissors slipped from her hand, plunging deep into the foam board on the stage. Helen had arrived