Chapter 18

"The Schuman family from Southmere and the Snee family from Northwick have always avoided each other. That looks like Mr. Snee. What's he doing here?" Whispers rippled through the banquet hall; all eyes turned toward the tall figure standing at the entrance. Caesar stood there in a perfectly tailored suit, but his expression was dark as thunder. His gaze locked onto Jasmine and Morton's interlaced fingers, like he wanted to burn a hole straight through them. "Why is Mr. Snee staring at Ms. Booth like that? Don't tell me he's here to steal the bride?" Morton immediately pulled Jasmine into his arms, shielding her protectively. But Jasmine remained unexpectedly calm. She looked at Caesar and smiled. "Mr. Snee, what brings you here? Did you come to deliver a wedding gift?" The line hit Caesar like a knife to the chest. His jaw tightened, veins visible along his neck as he forced out a strained reply. "Jas, come back with me." Jasmine's smile only deepened. "Go back for what? So I c