Skipped at the altar, Taken by his uncle Novel

Chapter 133 Chapter 133 Klein stood at the front, making sure no one behind him pushed forward. 62 55 vouchers When Lena opened the door, his eyes locked onto the white wedding dress spread across the bed. He moved through the crowd at an unhurried pace, his gaze never leaving Whitney,the girl who meant everything to him. For a moment, it felt like the whole world went silent. His deep, magnetic voice was smooth and soothing. "Whit, I'm coming in." he said. Whitney blushed under the heat of his gaze.

She lowered her head and shyly whispered, "Yeah." Getting her permission, Klein walked over gracefully and happily, got on one knee and said with anticipation, "Honey, will you marry me?" Everyone was left speechless by his bold confession. Joanne and the other bridesmaid were so shocked that they forgot to remind Klein about the game of wedding shoes. Whitney's skin was flawlessly fair, and her eyes were big and clear. Her rosy lips parted, and she softly spoke the words Klein had been dying to hear, "I do." Klein swallowed hard.

It felt like her soft, rosy lips had brushed right against the softest spot in his heart, making it ache and swell all at once. Klein gently lifted her veil and leaned in, claiming her lips in a tender kiss. The groomsmen instantly cried, the room exploding with laughter and shouts. Whitney seemed oblivious to the chaos around her. Only her fluttering lashes betrayed the storm of nerves inside. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Uncle Klein, you're messing up the order!" Lena cut in on their kiss. "You're supposed to find the wedding shoes first!

How can you just go straight to kissing the bride?" With that loving look in his eyes, Klein gazed at his blushing bride and asked, "Whit, tell me, where did you hide your wedding shoes?" Whitney lowered her gaze and whispered, "They're under the dress." Lena and Joanne burst out, annoyed and anxious. "Whit, why'd you tell him yourself?" they complained. Klein smiled triumphantly as he lifted the hem of the dress with his strong, defined hands, revealing the silver wedding shoes hidden underneath. With a teasing edge in his deep, magnetic voice, he said, "You guys just don't get it.

My wife's just looking out 17:36 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 133 for me." 62 55 vouchers. Then he bent down and scooped Whitney up into his arms, her heavy wedding dress billowing around them. "Am I too heavy?" Whitney asked with her arms wrapped around his neck. Klein's deep eyes glimmered with a soft smile. "You're light as a feather, but you mean the world to me." he said. Samuel was buzzing with excitement, waiting for Klein to come greet him so he could play the wise elder and offer some fatherly advice.

But to his surprise, when the couple reached the entrance hall downstairs, Whitney reached up and scratched the back of Klein's neck, saying, "Let's just go straight to the wedding car and head to the hotel. Klein asked, quite surprised, "Aren't we greeting your father before we leave?" "No need. We're running late. My father wouldn't mind," Whitney replied. 'Greet my father?' 'He's not even worthy of that!' she thought to herself. Klein always did whatever his wife asked.

But afraid that others might misunderstand him as not respecting his wife's family, he said politely, "Dad, we're running a little late. Why don't you go to the hotel first?" Samuel blinked in surprise and said, "Wait, we're in that much of a rush?" "Dad, we're really running late! We'll head out first. Just follow us in the next car!" Whitney called out. Just like that, the once-bustling Moore Manor fell back into its usual quiet. The convoy rolled out in perfect order, not even leaving a spot for Samuel.

The butler noticed Samuel's face was gloomier than a thundercloud and kindly asked, "Mr. Moore, didn't Mr. Harris say they were in a hurry? Why didn't you get in the car?" 'Get in the car? They didn't even give me a chance!' Samuel fumed. 'Did anyone even care if I got in or not?' he thought, feeling ignored. 'Unbelievable! The whole world's upside down and I don't even have anyone to complain to!' Samuel grumbled to himself. No matter how mad Samuel was, he didn't dare blow up at Klein.

He just had to bite his tongue and order, "Bring my car around and take me to the hotel!" ***** "Isn't it still early? What's got Klein so worked up?" Dustin muttered. Dustin and his friends were in the second car, just in case they'd messed up the timing, so they called Klein in 17:36 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 133 the wedding car. 62 56 vouchers "Klein, we were supposed to take a spin around downtown before heading to the hotel. Since we're running late, should we skip that part?" Dustin asked. "No need. Just stick to the plan. You guys just follow behind," Klein replied. "Okay," Dustin said.

Even though they thought it was a little strange, nobody bothered to ask any more questions. Since the bride and groom didn't mind, the groomsmen were certainly happy to just go along with it. By nine, twelve cars cruised through the city, lighting up the streets and stealing the spotlight. Most people had never seen a convoy this fancy before. Everyone got an eyeful and couldn't stop staring. Samuel didn't get to see any of the action. When he finally made it to the hotel, the staff told him, much to his surprise, that the bride and groom hadn't even shown up yet.

Samuel felt his blood pressure shoot through the roof. "Mr. Moore, is your blood sugar getting low? Why don't you sit down for a bit?" the staff member suggested. He wasn't dizzy from low blood sugar. He was practically passing out from sheer frustration! Finally, half an hour later, the wedding car that should've arrived long ago finally showed up, way later than expected. Whitney looked at Samuel with a sneer and said sharply, "Dad, why are you here so early? Didn't we say you'd get to the hotel at ten-thirty?" Samuel swallowed his irritation, especially with Klein right there.

"Weren't you the one who said we were in a hurry?" he said, "Oh, I meant we were in a rush, not you. I need to fix my makeup. Why don't you go greet the guests for now?" Whitney replied, not even trying to sugarcoat it. Whitney bossed her father around without a second thought. Last night, Whitney was hit with a shocking truth. Her mom's death wasn't just some freak accident. Someone had been plotting it for ages. It was murder, plain and simple. ***** "April, are you saying Laura was the one behind this?" Whitney pressed, her tone cold and direct.

April dropped to her knees in a panic and said, "Miss Moore, I... I didn't say anything!" Whitney's eyes flashed with a cold glint as she bluffed, "But April, I recorded everything you just said. If you 17:36 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 133 1758 vouchers don't come clean, I'll hand the recording over to the police. They'll bring you in for questioning and take your statement. "And April, I remember your youngest is studying at a university in Ostville, right? Is he planning to become a police officer in the future?

If he does, and you have a criminal record, it could really mess up his chances." April's face went pale with shock. Her youngest son was studying law, and she'd even asked Whitney for advice about him joining the police force or working in the courts. If she ended up in trouble and dragged her son down with her, she'd never forgive herself for the rest of her life. "Whitney, I swear, I had nothing to do with this! It wasn't me! I only realized something was wrong after your mother died. I wanted to quit, but Laura wouldn't let me! She insisted I stay where she could keep an eye on me.

She said she'd only feel safe that way," April pleaded, her voice shaking with fear. "Just tell me,what did you find?" Whitney pressed, her patience running out. April wiped her tears and said between sobs, "Whitney, it was about a month after your mother died. She spent most of her time at home. She struggled with depression, and often went to the hospital for her medication. One day, while I was sorting through her things, I noticed the pills she always took...

they looked like they'd been switched." "The two kinds of pills looked almost identical, but the ones your mother was prescribed were a bit smaller. The swapped ones were obviously bigger." Whitney looked puzzled. "How could you tell the pills were switched? They were both white. Could you really spot the difference just by the size?" she asked, "Because in your mother's things, there were two bottles. One was new, and the other was old, and both still had some pills left. I opened the bottles and compared the pills, and I saw the difference," April explained.

"Your mother passed away so suddenly, so I took both bottles to the doctor to ask about it." "And then?" Whitney's heart skipped a beat. "The doctor said the second bottle was the right prescription, but the pills inside weren't. He thought I was there to stir up trouble or make a scene. And then..." April's voice shook as she trailed off. "The hospital staff wouldn't let me go. Laura showed up at the hospital right then," April stammered, her voice shaking.. Whitney bit her lips so hard it almost bled, rage boiling up inside her.

"So she threatened you, didn't she?" Whitney asked, her voice cold. April nodded and said, "Yes." Whitney pressed on, "Does my father know about this?" April froze for a second, unsure what to say. 17:36 Wed, Dec 24 Chapter 133 65 vouchers She glanced up at Whitney, startled, and then quickly lowered her eyes. "Whitney, I really don't know." she said. "I'm not sure if your father knows anything about it." While Whitney was fixing her makeup, Samuel came over. "Whitney, you really embarrassed me in front of our relatives today," Samuel said, his voice tight with frustration.

He'd been holding it in all day, but he just couldn't keep quiet anymore. He had to let her know how upset he was. What if she doesn't even let me walk her down the aisle at the wedding ceremony?' Samuel thought, anxiety creeping in. "What's wrong today?" Whitney asked, feigning innocence. "Klein should've greeted me officially and called me Dad!" Samuel complained, his frustration obvious. Whitney scoffed secretly. "Sorry, but we're not even doing that at the wedding." she said.

"Dad, do you seriously think Klein would call you Dad in front of all these rich and powerful people?" Whitney teased. "I'm not exactly able to make him do that. If you want, go ahead and talk to him yourself," she said, not bothering to hide her indifference. With that, Whitney finished touching up her makeup, gathered up her dress, and swept off toward the reception area without looking back. Samuel was left standing there alone, fuming so hard that his face went pale. He looked like he might just pass out from frustration.

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