Felicity hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. “But… the invitations have already been sent out. If I suddenly cancel the wedding, how am I supposed to show my face after this?”
Mr. Watts gave me a sly look before turning back to her and replying, “Miss, do you remember Mr. North from the NorthStar Group?”
At the mention of that name, Felicity’s eyes immediately lit up. “Eric, you mean…?”
He nodded eagerly, almost trembling with excitement. “Yes! NorthStar just completed a major round of funding on Wall Street, and Mr. North, as the sole heir, is now worth tens of billions. This could be the perfect opportunity for the Youngs to break into the international market!”
Felicity lowered her head, her cheeks turning pink. “But… would he really marry me?”
Mr. Watts pounded his chest confidently. “Of course! In fact, I just got word that he’s already on his way here!”
As I watched the scene unfold, everything finally clicked into place.
So that ridiculous “marital agreement” wasn’t from Felicity herself; it was his doing. The assistant’s real goal wasn’t protecting her dignity; it was securing a business marriage between the Youngs and NorthStar Group.