Chapter 11

Ezra glared at the screen. The sun in Jeston was so bright that it was blinding to the eyes. In the live stream, Emily was the picture of a beautiful bride—the woman Ezra had been thinking about all the time. Emily wore an elegant mermaid-style wedding dress. Her hair was styled in an updo, leaving a few stray locks to frame her ears. She smiled calmly, gazing at Tristan with deep affection. The officiant recited the vows in Entonese. "Emily Powell, do you take Tristan Walker to be your lawful husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to be faithful to each other forever?" Emily took the initiative and slipped the ring on his finger, smiling radiantly. "Yes, I do!" Tristan's gaze looked gentle as he slipped a sparkling diamond ring on her finger. Ezra hurled a high-end computer—exclusive for the boardroom—onto the floor with a deafening crash. The screen shattered instantly into a spiderweb of cracks. Lex fell silent, not even daring to breathe. Ezra was furious.