Chapter 522

The disruption of the Xander family wedding and the news of Cameron's dramatic return to Leving swept through every street and alley like a storm during that evening. Back in the Jennings' residence, Tracey stood before a floor-length mirror. She held up a new pencil skirt she had bought that day. Her lustrous black hair gently draped over her shoulders. Her full lips were red, and her eyebrows were shaped like willow leaves. Her peach-blossom eyes blinked softly. Her gaze was fluid, casting a natural allure. Her attractive figure was especially striking. Her ample and firm bust seemed no less than a 36E size. Her hips were similarly exaggerated. Such a face and figure, clad in that pencil skirt, would undoubtedly leave many men breathless. At that moment, the butler, Wilson Whitman, stood at the door of the room. He bowed his head respectfully as he reported the evening's occurrences at the Emperor Hotel's wedding scene to the heiress. "So, are you saying that Alan's wedding tod