Chapter 10

At the wedding venue, guests were gradually taking their seats. The lavish decor and soft, flowing music created a romantic atmosphere. Cyril stared at the lively surveillance footage in front of him, and a growing sense of unease tightened in his chest. He was sitting in a private room at a bar not far from the wedding venue, with Anna and a few of his close friends by his side. Upon noticing the shift in his mood, Anna asked softly, "Cyril, are you alright? Are you feeling sick?" Cyril shook his head, brows tightly furrowed. "I'm fine." His friends chimed in as well. "What's this? Nerves before the big escape? That's not like you." "Maybe he's just thinking about how Trisha will be left standing all alone at the altar, completely lost—and the thought of it makes him want to laugh." "Hahaha! Stop! I'm looking forward to it too. I've always hated her spoiled princess attitude. Just because she has money, she thinks she can control Cyril?" "Exactly! Cyril, you've spoiled her for