I Shone at My Classmate’s WeddingChapter 1

In my eighth year working at the Federal Intelligence Agency, my younger brother called me dozens of times, begging me to be the witness at his wedding.

When my superior learned about it, he even arranged a private jet to fly me back to my hometown, Bayshore City.

After getting off the plane and rushing to the wedding venue, I discovered that my brother’s bride was none other than Isabella Reed, the high school beauty who had once falsely accused me of theft, causing me to be ostracized for three years.

She was surrounded by a group of our old high school classmates.

The moment they saw me, they couldn’t help but sneer:

“Hey, isn’t this the thief who stole Isabella’s things back in the day? I don’t think she invited you—how shameless of you to show up?”

“She’s probably so poor she can’t even afford food. She must’ve heard Isabella was marrying the richest man in Bayshore City, so she came to freeload!”

“Some people really have no shame. Everyone, keep an eye on your belongings, or this bottom-feeding thief might steal them again!”