People turned their heads one after another and saw a procession of bridal cars pulling in, stopping at the entrance.
The door of the leading car was opened, and Ellis Olsen stepped out in a suit, his face dark with anger.
When Tina Davis saw him, she was slightly stunned, her expression one of disbelief.
Wasn't he... not coming?
With that thought, she saw Ellis Olsen ignore the people around and stride forward.
Mr. Davis's hand froze mid-air and quickly lowered it, then with a flattering smile, he said, "Young Master Olsen, was there a traffic jam on the road?"
He was making excuses for him.
But Ellis Olsen let out a scoff and said in a cool tone, "I slept in."
He did look tired, as if he hadn't slept all night, his whole person somewhat haggard. Any discerning person could see his dissatisfaction with this marriage.
But even so, he had still come.
Mr. Davis awkwardly smiled, "Not late at all, as long as you could come."
