Chapter 362 Billionaire's Lies
- The sun rose over the Thompson compound as if specially painted for this day—rosy pink clouds, golden rays skimming each leaf, each petal. The scent of fresh-cut flowers filled the air like perfume, and a tense hush vibrated beneath the beauty.
- It was wedding day. And the world had changed.
- "Where's the veil? Has anyone seen the veil?"