Hillary Sutton was the sole heir to a wealthy family and had seven childhood fiancés.

All of them catered to her every desire, except Lorenzo Sablo, who remained aloof and as unyielding as an iceberg, never showing her any warmth.

Lorenzo's indifference captivated Hillary, making her infatuated and turning her into his devoted follower.

That was until she witnessed Lorenzo kissing Kellie Sablo, who was supposed to be his "biological sister," against a wall.

***

"Dad, I've decided. I want to marry Mr. Clarke from New York!"

Hillary announced confidently as she entered her father's study.

"Mr. Clarke from New York? You mean Noel Clarke, the one who's been pleading to marry you since you were three?"

Confused, Andrew Sutton asked, "The Clarke family is indeed wealthy, and Noel is quite successful for his age, but I thought you were fond of Lorenzo.

"Plus, haven't I arranged six other childhood fiancé options for you? They all follow your every command. Choosing one of them would seem like a better option than marrying into a different family and facing hardships, wouldn't it?"

Hillary gave a bittersweet smile.

Just yesterday, she too believed that aside from Lorenzo, her six other childhood fiancés were utterly devoted to her. She thought that if she asked for their hearts, they'd give them without hesitation.

However, last night, Hillary stumbled upon a hidden secret among her childhood fiancés.

"Do you think that fool Hillary will ever realize that Kellie isn't really Lorenzo's biological sister?" asked Henry Ackrel, one of Hillary's childhood fiancés, who once jumped off a building for her.

Now, he swirled the whiskey in his glass and sneered, "That idiot Hillary probably thinks I'm obsessed with her, right? The truth is, I didn't jump off that building to declare my love. I did it to frighten her away."

"Same here. I've been pretending to suck up to Hillary every day, even though it makes me sick because I know she despises 'lapdogs'."

"Hahaha, looks like we all had the same plan! We act exactly like the kind of guys Hillary hates, so she'll never choose us. That way, we have a fair shot at pursuing Kellie."

"Only Lorenzo didn't pretend, and naturally, that masochist Hillary fell for him. Poor Lorenzo—my condolences, but only for a second."

"What can we do? Someone has to marry Hillary eventually, or else how will Kellie become the little princess of the Sutton family?"

Hillary clenched her fists in silence, her whole body shaking with anger.

Her father, Andrew, had taken in seven orphaned boys as her childhood fiancés.

Hillary's mother had died early on, and Andrew, who loved his wife dearly, never wanted to remarry.

However, he was uneasy about leaving the vast family fortune solely in the hands of his young daughter, Hillary.

So, he went to an orphanage and adopted seven talented boys, intending for them to become Hillary's young betrothed husbands.

Among them, Lorenzo stood out as the most intelligent, handsome, and favored by Andrew.

But during the adoption process, Lorenzo insisted, "I have a sister named Kellie. I won't leave her behind. If you want to adopt me, you must adopt my sister too."

At that moment, Hillary believed that if Lorenzo was so caring towards his sister, he would likely be a good husband in the future.

She pleaded with her father to adopt Kellie too, and so Kellie became a part of the Sutton family.

From childhood to adulthood, whatever Hillary had, Kellie had as well.

The seven betrothed husbands doted on Kellie, with Lorenzo almost spoiling her endlessly.

Occasionally, Hillary felt jealous, but her childhood fiancés would scold her.

"Ms. Sutton, isn't it a bit petty to be jealous of your own sister?" they'd say.

"We all grew up with Kellie in the same orphanage; we see her as our own sister."

"Ms. Sutton, unlike you, Kellie only has us brothers."

Over time, Hillary began to question if she was indeed being too petty.

But now, as she listened to their mocking laughter, Hillary finally realized that the problem wasn't her pettiness.

It was that these scoundrels were simply great at pretending.

As anger boiled within her, Hillary heard a woman's faint moan coming from a nearby garden.

Drawn by the sound, she discovered a scene that completely altered her perception.

Lorenzo, usually distant and reserved, was pressing Kellie against the wall, kissing her passionately.

His hand even slipped down to touch her underwear.

"Lorenzo, please don't marry Hillary," Kellie cried, attempting to halt him. "If you marry her, I won't let you touch me again."

Lorenzo replied coolly, "I don't want to marry her either, but Mr. Sutton Senior has been good to us."

"Be patient, Kellie. Even if I marry her, it will only be a marriage in name. I'll never give Hillary any love."

As Hillary recalled the events of the previous night, she clenched her fists in silence.

She didn't need Lorenzo's pity!

As the rightful heiress to the Sutton financial empire, finding a partner was never going to be an issue. If Lorenzo didn't wish to marry her, there were plenty of others who did.

"Dad, please don't try to convince me anymore. Noel is a good man, and I can tell he genuinely likes me," she said.

"Henry and the others only follow me out of obligation from our childhood engagements."

Hillary lowered her thick lashes, hiding the loneliness in her eyes.

But quickly perked up and told her father, "Dad, there's something else.

"Since I won't marry those seven, our family doesn't need to support them anymore. Freeze their funds and cancel all of Kellie's bank cards. The Sutton family doesn't sustain freeloaders!"

"Understood," Andrew agreed. "Since you've chosen not to marry them, there's no reason for the Sutton family to continue supporting them.

"On your wedding day, I'll ensure they all leave the Sutton family to prevent any hidden agendas, like trying to claim your inheritance."

After finishing her conversation with her father, Hillary exited the study.

Just as she reached the stairs, she bumped directly into Kellie.

"Hillary, I heard you have an equestrian class this afternoon. Can I come with you?"

Kellie asked eagerly as she approached, linking her arm with Hillary's in a friendly manner. She swayed slightly and pleaded sweetly, "I want to learn horseback riding too. Please, Hillary, take me with you!"

Previously, Hillary would have agreed without a second thought.

She wasn't the type to hold grudges; in a good mood, she might even have offered to cover the cost of Kellie's riding lessons.

However, the memory of the previous night's events made Hillary feel sick.

Overcome with revulsion, she quickly shrugged off Kellie's arm. "Stay away from me!"

Although she hadn't used much force, Kellie dramatically leaned backward and intentionally tumbled down the stairs.

"Kellie!" Lorenzo's voice echoed with urgency from downstairs.

Hillary glanced down to see all her young betrothed husbands gathered below.

"Hillary, how could you be so cruel?" Timmy, the most short-tempered among them, was the first to speak. "What did Kellie ever do to deserve this? Why did you push her down the stairs?"

"Timmy, please stop." Kellie tugged on his sleeve. "It wasn't Hillary's fault. I just lost my balance..."

Her expression was timid, and her eyes reddened as if she had been gravely wronged.

This act was convincing. The young betrothed all looked at Hillary with barely concealed disdain. Lorenzo's gaze was the harshest—so frigid that no one dared to meet his eyes.

Yet he remained silent, casting a cold glance at Hillary before picking up Kellie and leaving, not giving her a chance to explain.

Hillary smiled bitterly. It didn't matter, she no longer felt like explaining.

Whatever she said, they wouldn't believe her anyway...

The afternoon equestrian class was supposed to be just for Hillary and Lorenzo.

But when she arrived at the racetrack, she saw Kellie there too.

Kellie offered Hillary a placating smile. "Hillary, Lorenzo invited me to join. Don't worry, I won't interfere with you and Lorenzo. You two can ride while I have the coach teach me."

She spoke in a gentle tone, but once the lesson started, Lorenzo stayed by Kellie's side the entire time.

He adjusted the saddle for her himself and effortlessly lifted her onto the horse with one hand.

When Kellie mentioned she wasn't able to ride, Lorenzo patiently taught her step by step, guiding her hands with his own.

When Kellie became tired and wanted to get off, Lorenzo knelt halfway to the ground, offering his shoulder for her to step on to dismount.

The sight pierced Hillary's heart.

She had once used Lorenzo's shoulder to mount a horse as well.

However, back then, Lorenzo hadn't done it willingly.

Andrew had been present that day and remarked, "A true man doesn't kneel to heaven or earth—only to his wife."

He then instructed, "Lorenzo, kneel down and let Hillary use your shoulder to get on the horse.

"Remember, from now on, Hillary is your everything. Only Hillary has the right to tread on you—no one else."

Andrew didn't intend to embarrass Lorenzo, he was simply demonstrating a technique. When Maria was alive, she always used Andrew's shoulders to get on a horse.

At that time, Hillary was still young. As she placed her small foot on Lorenzo's shoulder, she noticed how sturdy and strong he felt.

Suddenly, her heart began to race. She had developed feelings for him but didn't realize the embarrassment on Lorenzo's face.

Hillary believed that Lorenzo was too proud to let anyone use him as a stepping stone, so she only did it once and never asked him to kneel again.

But now, seeing Lorenzo willingly kneel so Kellie could use his shoulder to dismount, Hillary's eyes burned as if pricked by needles.

She forced herself to turn away and nudged the horse's side. "Giddyap!"

The horse obediently took off. As Hillary rode, feeling the wind against her face, her mood finally began to lighten.

During today's practice session, the task was an obstacle course where Hillary needed to guide her horse over three railings, each with a high level of difficulty.

As they neared a railing, her horse unexpectedly reared up without any clear reason. While in mid-air, the saddle's rope suddenly broke.

Caught completely off guard, Hillary tumbled off the horse! The startled horse began to gallop wildly, posing a dangerous threat to Hillary, who could be trampled at any moment.

At this critical moment, Lorenzo—who was supposed to ensure Hillary's safety—remained by Kellie's side the entire time. He failed to notice Hillary's fall from the horse.

"Lorenzo!" Hillary cried out with all her strength, enduring the severe pain in her body.

Only then did Lorenzo realize the horse had bolted. He nonchalantly stepped forward and managed to calm the panicked horse with one hand.

Lorenzo was skilled in animal handling, which was why Andrew had assigned him to accompany Hillary to her riding lessons.

He was supposed to thoroughly check Hillary's saddle and keep a close watch on her movements to guarantee her safety.

However, his focus was entirely on Kellie, and he hadn't even noticed that Hillary's saddle was insecure...

Eventually, Hillary ended up with a broken leg and was admitted to the hospital.

In what seemed like an attempt to make amends, Lorenzo offered to care for her during her stay.

He was incredibly attentive—before she could even request water when she felt thirsty, he already had it at her lips.

If her wound throbbed and she simply furrowed her brow, he would promptly give her painkillers.

After she took the medication, he would have her favorite dried plums ready to eliminate the bitter taste.

He was always this way. Clearly not in love with her, yet attending to her every need with such precision that Hillary mistakenly thought he wasn't unloving—just too cold and reserved.

But how could he not show affection?

When he looked at Kellie, his eyes were nearly overflowing with love.

A few days later, Hillary's leg was almost healed. One night, she awoke to use the bathroom and accidentally overheard voices in the hallway.

"Lorenzo, you've crossed the line!" shouted Henry, one of her childhood betrothed husbands. "Did you intentionally cut Hillary's saddle strap?

"Even if Hillary pushed Kellie down the stairs, your actions were too extreme! Falling off a horse isn't trivial—she could have seriously injured herself!"

Lorenzo exhaled softly. "I just wanted to teach her a minor lesson. I didn't expect her to get hurt that badly."

Since he was skilled in horse riding, Lorenzo assumed that if the horse didn't jump, the fall would be minor.

Who would have thought Hillary was practicing an obstacle course that day? The horse not only jumped but soared exceptionally high.

"I've made up for it," Lorenzo continued. "I've been fulfilling her every request these past few days—this should make amends.

"Anyway, she's recovered now. Let's move on and never bring it up again."

At that moment, a strange chill surged through Hillary's body.

So, he had intentionally severed her saddle strap just to seek revenge for Kellie!

His attentive care over the recent days was merely a way to make up for his "mistake," not genuine concern for her injury.

Hillary bit her lip so hard that it started to bleed, but she didn't feel any pain because the ache in her heart was far greater!

The following day, Hillary was released from the hospital. Lorenzo came to pick her up, but she ignored him and went straight to Henry's car.

Henry, lively and entertaining, chatted away to cheer Hillary up during the drive, but she couldn't manage even a hint of a smile.

"Hillary, are you feeling down?" Henry asked softly. "There's an auction happening today. How about I take you there?"

He continued, "When women are upset, shopping can be a great remedy. Once you've bought enough, you'll feel better.

"At the auction, just raise your bid paddle as you please—I'll cover the costs."

Hillary gave Henry a sharp look and complained, "When did you become so generous? Aren't you just spending the Sutton family's money?"

She never used to care about such things, but after discovering the secrets of the young betrothed husbands, she couldn't help but be concerned.

"Don't underestimate me," Henry chuckled. "The Sutton family aren't just blessed with Lorenzo as a genius. I've made overseas investments over the years and amassed quite a fortune. Feel free to splurge—I can support you."

Hillary finally grinned. "Well, I'll have to make you pay up big time! Let's head to the auction!"

The auction was lively and packed, filled with socialites and celebrities.

The highlight of the evening was expected to be a jewelry set called "Tears of the Ocean," featuring the largest blue diamond ever mined in South Africa—the biggest of its kind worldwide to date.

Hillary, who adored the ocean, was determined to win this set.

However, as soon as she sat down, Lorenzo entered the auction hall with Kellie.

Hillary's smile froze instantly. She had a hunch that Kellie would challenge her for the "Tears of the Ocean."

As anticipated, once the jewelry was presented, Kellie raised her bid paddle.

But after noticing Hillary also holding up a bid card, she paused for a few moments before quietly lowering it, her eyes red.

"I didn't realize you wanted the Tears of the Ocean too, Hillary," Kellie said with a forced smile. "Then I'll let it go. I can't take something you hold dear."

After she spoke, her eyes filled with tears and she looked incredibly sorrowful.

Lorenzo's expression turned cold, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Hillary.

"Kellie, with me here, you don't have to lower yourself like this," Lorenzo said. "Go after what you want—I'll support you."

Before Kellie could reply, Lorenzo lifted his bidding card. "20 million."

The entire auction hall fell silent immediately. Many socialites gasped, shocked by the enormous amount.

Amidst the surprise, whispers began to circulate.

"What's happening? Isn't Lorenzo supposed to be Hillary's fiancé? Why is he buying jewelry for someone else?"

"He's even purchasing the jewelry Hillary desires—this is a direct affront to her."

"How unfortunate for Hillary, the wealthy heiress is being undermined by her own fiancé..."

Hillary quietly tightened her fists, feeling the sting of humiliation. Her father had always cherished her, but Lorenzo had made her a subject of ridicule.

Overcome by anger, Hillary signaled that she would keep raising the bid paddle.

She would never allow anyone to treat her this way!

"Unlimited bid! Ms. Sutton has placed an unlimited bid!" the auctioneer announced with enthusiasm. "Congratulations to Ms. Sutton for securing the 'Tears of the Ocean'!"

At that moment, Hillary felt the anger she had been holding in finally fade away.

But when it was time to settle the payment, the organizer told her that her card had been frozen.

"This must be a mistake," Hillary said, puzzled. "My card doesn't have a spending limit—it shouldn't freeze regardless of the amount charged."

She asked the organizer to try again, but the card still wouldn't work.

With poise, Henry stepped forward. "Didn't we agree that I would cover the payment today? Use my card."

He offered his card with a smile, but it also failed to process.

"How can this be?" Henry questioned, clearly in disbelief.

The crowd erupted into chaos, with some even bursting into laughter. "Has the Sutton family gone broke? They can't even manage 20 million?"

"Why go for unlimited bidding if you're broke? This is so humiliating!"

The mockery was relentless, causing Hillary's face to flush crimson.

Lorenzo, who had been calmly watching the scene unfold, finally rose from his seat.

He casually handed a black bank card to the server. "Use this one."

This time the transaction was completed successfully, and the organizer presented "Tears of the Ocean" to Lorenzo.

In front of everyone, he carefully placed the jewelry around Kellie's neck.

At that moment, Hillary became the biggest subject of ridicule in the auction hall.

Her eyes were painfully red and swollen, yet she stubbornly held back her tears.

"That scoundrel!" Henry muttered angrily. "Our cards didn't work—Lorenzo must be behind this.

"He's a top hacker. I saw him open his laptop earlier—he must have hacked our accounts, freezing our cards so we couldn't make the payment!"

Hillary chuckled bitterly, and at that moment, her composure finally shattered. Tears flowed down her cheeks.

So that was it—Lorenzo had intentionally embarrassed her.

With a single breath, he could conjure storms. With a mere flick of his finger, he could send her spiraling into an abyss...

After fastening the "Tears of the Ocean" around Kellie's neck, Lorenzo's sharp eyes coldly glanced at Henry. "If you lack the strength, don't pretend to be a hero."

Then he turned to Hillary and said flatly, "You should get in my car."

Hillary gave a bitter smile. "But there's already someone in your car."

With that, she turned and walked away, never looking back at Lorenzo.

Feeling humiliated by the auction incident, Hillary locked herself in her room for several days, refusing to leave.

Henry visited her multiple times, bringing her favorite desserts.

However, Hillary barely acknowledged him, aware that Henry didn't genuinely care for her.

He had admitted it himself that night—he'd rather jump off a building than let her stay close.

"Hillary has been secluded in her room for days. We need to find a way to coax her out, or things will get complicated if Mr. Sutton Senior discovers this."

"Ugh, I don't want to go. I need to stay with Kellie."

"Do you think I don't want to be with Kellie? The usual rule is we must take care of Hillary first before we're allowed to see Kellie."

In the living room, the group of husbands, promised to Hillary since childhood, shuffled around, offering excuses to avoid going upstairs to persuade her.

Unbeknownst to them, Hillary had overheard everything.

After stumbling upon the secrets of her child-betrothed husbands, Hillary discreetly set up tiny cameras and listening devices throughout the house.

She was determined not to remain in the dark—she wanted to hear firsthand how these seven men discussed her behind her back.

"I'm not going," Henry declared, irritation clearly written on his face. "It's always Lorenzo who upsets Hillary, and then we have to deal with the fallout. Why should we?

"Whoever causes the mess should clean it up!"

At that moment, Lorenzo's tall silhouette appeared on the surveillance screen.

"There's no need for you to go," Lorenzo stated coldly. "I'll handle my own woman—there's no need for you all to get involved."

With that, he turned and made his way upstairs, carrying a gift box.

Hillary swiftly switched off the monitor, missing the anger written on her husbands' faces.

"He's so full of himself," Timmy said, clenching his fists. "Hillary hasn't picked him yet. Who does he think he is, calling her his woman?"

In response, Henry gave a sorrowful smile. "Does it really matter? Hillary will choose him for sure. We're all just... here to make up the numbers."

Although Hillary had securely locked the door, Lorenzo managed to open it with ease.

"Leave. I don't want to see you," Hillary said, her eyes red. "Locking the door means I don't want you here. Don't just pick the lock like that!"

Lorenzo chuckled. "Apologies, it's a bad habit from my wandering days."

He quietly took a seat next to Hillary.

"Back then, Back then, I was dirt poor and couldn't even afford food. Sometimes, to survive, I resorted to sneaky, underhanded methods," Lorenzo admitted, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"In those tough times, only Kellie remained by my side. She's the most important person in my life."

He paused, turning to gaze at Hillary with eyes as deep and unreadable as an abyss.

No one could truly see through him.

"Hillary, I truly appreciate Andrew for providing a home for Kellie and me, Lorenzo remarked. "And I'm willing to do anything for you, Hillary.

"But there's one condition—you have to accept Kellie. She's my sister, my only family in this world. I won't let anyone harm her, not even you."

For a brief moment, Hillary almost believed him—until he uttered the phrase. "Kellie is my sister."

Sister? Do real siblings kiss like that?

He was lying!

"So, are you saying that even if we marry, Kellie will always come first for you?" Hillary asked with a smile.

"Absolutely," Lorenzo confirmed without pause. "Kellie will always be my main concern.

"But once we marry, I'll also cherish and protect you as Mr. Sutton Senior expects, ensuring you never experience any unhappiness."

Hillary kept smiling, even though her eyes hurt from the strain.

"Lorenzo, you promised I'd never feel a moment of unhappiness—yet all my sadness comes from you."

However, she remained silent, as it no longer held any significance.

Lorenzo spent less than five minutes in Hillary's room before a call from Kellie required his attention.

Before departing, he left behind a gift box.

Inside was a set of blue diamond jewelry. Although expensive, it was clearly no match for the "Tears of the Ocean."

Lorenzo had kept his word—he would care for Hillary, but only to a certain extent. Kellie would always come first for him, while Hillary was merely secondary.

Hillary glanced at the jewelry box and then promptly discarded it.

She needed a partner who prioritized her above all else.

If she was going to be second, she didn't want him in her life at all.

Hillary's birthday soon arrived.

It was her 20th birthday, marking the age at which she could legally marry.

Andrew had promised to reveal her future husband on this day.

Consequently, the birthday celebration was more extravagant than ever, drawing all of New York's elite.

Hillary wore a unique, limited-edition evening gown, the only one in existence.

Sadly, the "Tears of the Ocean" was in Kellie's possession, otherwise, it would have perfectly complemented her outfit.

Just then, a waiter entered with a beautifully wrapped gift box.

"Ms. Sutton, this is from Mr. Clarke," he announced politely. "Mr. Clarke was aware of your disappointment over losing the jewelry at the auction, so he traveled to South Africa to find a more valuable jewelry set for you."

As he spoke, he opened the box, revealing a brilliant display dominated by a massive pigeon's blood-red diamond, making everything else pale in comparison.

Among diamonds, the pigeon's blood red is the most prized.

The waiter explained, "This jewelry collection is named 'Heart of the Desert.' According to Mr. Clarke, blue diamonds have a mix of colors, whereas red diamonds are considered the orthodox ones."

Hillary's face lit up with a rare smile as she donned the "Heart of the Desert" necklace, exuding an aura of elegance.

She felt deeply thankful for choosing Noel as her husband, realizing that marriage was unique to the person one married.

After completing her makeup, Hillary opened her bedroom door to leave and encountered Kellie.

"Hillary..." Kellie began, appearing as if she wanted to speak further. However, her expression froze when she noticed the deep red diamond necklace around Hillary's neck.

"Where did you get that necklace?" Kellie asked, changing her approach. "Did Lorenzo give it to you?"

Hillary dismissively brushed past Kellie. "That's none of your concern," she replied.

A flash of envy and resentment crossed Kellie's face. "Hillary, do you really believe Lorenzo is fond of you?

"He likes me. He doesn't like you at all. He's just marrying you out of obligation to repay Mr. Sutton Senior's kindness."

While Kellie was talking, she retrieved her phone and played a video for Hillary.

In it, Lorenzo appeared almost possessed, pinning Kellie to the bed with intense passion.

"See? Has Lorenzo ever kissed you like that? Has he ever been this wild about you?" she asked.

"If you know what's good for you, don't choose my brother tonight. You can choose any of my other six companions."

She continued, "I've slept with all six of them. Henry's the best in bed, and Timmy lasts the longest... No matter who you select, they'll please you."

Hearing Kellie's vile words, Hillary reached her breaking point. She swung her hand and slapped Kellie across the face.

"Shut up! You're revolting!"

However, as soon as her hand made contact, she felt a chilling gaze from behind.

Hillary froze on the spot. Turning around, she found herself locked in Lorenzo's icy stare.

Lorenzo looked at Hillary with a cold expression but remained silent.

This silence was the most alarming part. Hillary knew Lorenzo too well; he was known to retaliate over even the slightest insult to Kellie.

As a result, Hillary spent the entire birthday banquet feeling uneasy.

She was consumed with fear, anxious that Lorenzo might strike back at any moment without warning.

Even so, the banquet unfolded without any disruptions.

By evening, they were at the hotel, and Andrew was about to reveal who Hillary would be marrying in the future.

The room buzzed with excitement, as everyone whispered and animatedly discussed the situation.

"Hillary is sure to pick Lorenzo. Everyone knows she's been pursuing him."

"Lorenzo's got real clout—he's smart, cutthroat, and now he controls the Sutton Group. Who could possibly challenge him in the business world?"

"Maybe only Noel Clarke from the Clarke family stands a chance, but I've heard Noel has been trying to win Hillary over for years..."

"Right. Poor Noel. He's pursued Hillary for so long but couldn't even snag an invite to this event. Now, he has to watch his rival marry the woman he adores..."

Catching snippets of the chatter, Hillary couldn't help but smile to herself.

She glanced over at Noel and noticed he was watching her, too.

Noel's eyes were brimming with affection as he signed to Hillary, "Don't you dare back out!"

Hillary couldn't help but smile and was about to reply when suddenly, the large screen behind her began displaying her private photos.

There were images of her taken from behind while bathing and intimate pictures of her in lingerie.

The photo slideshow concluded with a video.

In the video, Hillary was seen clutching Lorenzo's clothes, blushing as she sniffed them and pleasured herself.

"Lorenzo, I like you so much..." she said shyly in the video.

In the present moment, Hillary collapsed in despair, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Lorenzo.

All because she had called Kellie a "slut," he was exposing her private photos and videos to everyone, seemingly to prove she was the real "slut"?

Lorenzo, how could you be so heartless?

"Who uploaded this video? Turn it off—right now!" Andrew shouted angrily. He rushed forward to stop the video but found it impossible to shut down.

At last, it was Noel who dashed forward and shattered the projector, plunging the large screen into darkness.

"Who did this? Who's responsible?" Andrew fumed with anger. "Seal the exits! No one leaves until we identify the culprit!"

"Mr. Sutton, please calm down," a business associate reassured him. "Besides, Hillary and Lorenzo are getting married. This video isn't anything to be concerned about."

"Exactly, exactly—just harmless couple quirks. We all understand."

But Andrew stayed furious, as he was the only one who knew that Hillary's fiancé had been secretly replaced.

In the quiet that followed, Andrew lifted his gaze and looked intently at Noel. Whether his son-in-law could manage the situation depended on this very moment.

Sensing his father-in-law's subtle look, Noel stepped forward without hesitation.

Noticing the look from his father-in-law, Noel confidently stepped forward.

He embraced Hillary and announced boldly, "Hillary will be my wife!

"And I promise that anyone who's wronged her will face consequences. For those who dared to secretly take and leak these photos, I will ensure you regret it beyond belief."

As his words echoed, everyone stared at Noel in disbelief.

Lorenzo and the other six men who had been promised to Hillary as children turned pale.

"Did Hillary really... choose him?!"