The screen finally switched to the normal wedding picture.
However, the happily smiling bride and groom in the wedding picture stood on the stage, one with a darkened face and the other still holding herself and crying hysterically.
These were the same two people, but the contrast between their former happiness and their current state was dramatically ironic.
Having run backstage, Harris Dunn had somehow walked over to Richelle Dunn.
Standing in front of Richelle, his face twisted, he pointed at her nose and cursed.
"Richelle, you bitch, you planned all this today, didn't you?"
Richelle slightly tilted her head up, coldly smiling at Harris.
"Big brother, you're wrong. Did I find those men for my sister? Did I book those hotel rooms for her? Don't you know what kind of person your precious sister is more than anyone else?"
"With your sister being such a tramp, it would be a better match for her to marry some lowlife rather than bringing disgrace to Mr. Zadra's decent family!"
