Chapter 3

After the wedding venue was confirmed, my mother urged me to finalize the overall plan quickly.

To apologize for not being able to help with the wedding preparations, Sophia sent me a sleek black card from Geneva.

I booked a consultation at the wedding planning company's Upper East Side showroom.

When I arrived, I found Chloe walking out of the VIP room.

"Lucas?"

Chloe stopped, looking surprised.

"What are you doing here?"

I said softly, "Here to finalize the wedding plan."

"Lucas?" Chloe's expression instantly turned cold.

"Are there no other women in the world? Is that why you *have* to marry me? When did I ever say I'd marry you?"

I looked at her calmly and replied blandly, "Chloe, I told you, I'm not marrying you."

Her face fell, and she scoffed. "You *deliberately* picked this exact day to show up here, and you're still claiming you don't want to marry me?"

She glanced towards the VIP room, her eyes full of affection.

"I told my family last night that I'm canceling our engagement. Even if everyone disagrees, I'm marrying Marcus!"

I offered a polite smile and said softly, "Then I wish you both well. I'm marrying someone else very soon. Our engagement is off."

I motioned for Chloe to move, but she stared at me intently, refusing to budge.

"Lucas, what game are you playing now? Who else could you possibly marry besides me?"

That's when Marcus Davies walked out. He exclaimed in surprise, "Chloe, what are you two doing?"

Chloe immediately turned, hurried to Marcus's side, and tried to take his hand.

Marcus flinched away, and she immediately understood.

"I'll just wipe my hands clean. Wait for me!"

Marcus and I met eyes. His held undisguised disdain and smugness.

Just then, Emily, the planning director, walked over quickly.

"Mr. Davies, the wedding package you wanted to confirm has already been booked. Please take a look at other options."

Marcus glared at Emily in annoyance.

"My fiancée is the eldest daughter of the Winters family; she's loaded! She said I can have any package I want, she can afford it all!"

Saying that, Marcus turned to me and said ominously, "Besides, engagements can be called off, let alone a mere booked plan."

Emily looked at me, almost on the verge of tears.

I didn't want to make things difficult for Emily, and choosing the same plan as them would leave a sour taste anyway.

I smiled nonchalantly at the staff. "Emily," I said, pulling out the black card Sophia had given me. "I recall your company designed a private island wedding for a certain royal family?"

"I want a similar concept, but nothing repetitive."

Chloe, who had just come out, overheard this. She looked at me coldly.

"Lucas, I told you the person I'm marrying is Marcus! There's no way I'll marry you, so why are you bothering me here?!"

"And do you even know the price of a private island? Ten million! How will you afford that?"

I smiled, pulled out the black card, and handed it to the employee.

"No need to consider. Can we sign a letter of intent today?"

"Absolutely! I'll immediately have our CEO come down to personally assist you."

Under Chloe's shocked gaze and Marcus's resentful one, I turned and left.