Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2121: Chapter 2130: Why Haven’t They Arrived Yet!

From royalty to presidents, down to elite families and celebrities.

Ordinary people simply can’t get a wedding invitation.

Because this wedding of the century is so eye-catching, the global media focus is all here, and the wedding venue was surrounded early by media reporters.

Unfortunately, the Lawrence Family’s security system is too formidable, not a single reporter managed to sneak in.

Not even disguised as guests.

Even the service staff must pass strict checks to enter the venue.

Moreover, before the wedding, the appearance and family background of each staff member were recorded in the system, and electronic ID tags were given to everyone. Anyone whose facial scans didn’t pass could forget about entering.

The inability for reporters to sneak in did not diminish their fevered enthusiasm onsite.

As early as six in the morning, major media outlets had already started live streaming online, and as guests began to arrive, they excitedly introduced the arriving people’s identities to the online audience.

The outside reporters were fervently heated.

At the wedding venue, in the suit Enna Clark helped choose for him, the man looked extraordinarily handsome. He was already good-looking, and with the meticulous styling today, he looked even more striking!

However, the face that was more handsome than Apollo did not show much happiness now, but rather an undeniable anxiety.

Anyone could see how anxious he was!

Baron Lawrence had paced back and forth more than ten times, suddenly stopping, furrowing his brows, and kicking the trash can next to him, ”Damn it! Have they not arrived?”

The assistant was sweating profusely, his forehead covered in nervous perspiration from the pressure, the sweat almost soaking the suit he wore. Yet, he didn’t dare raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat of nerves from his forehead, respectfully bowing his head and explaining quietly, ”Lord, Ms. Clark will arrive at nine. It’s only eight thirty now.”

Western-style weddings don’t need to wait until noon to be held, usually they’re at nine or ten in the morning.

But even earlier, the bride couldn’t possibly arrive by eight thirty.

Lord has been asking since seven in the morning, already seven or eight times, and each time he answers, he feels as if he’s being tortured.

Sure enough, before the assistant even raised his head, he already felt an invisible pressure pressing down on him.

The surrounding air seemed to have chilled by several degrees.

The pressure was weighing down abruptly, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He bowed his head even lower, trying to minimize his presence.

Oh God, who will save him?

If only he had planned earlier to switch jobs with Mr. Harris and gone to pick up the future Young Madam instead.

Rather than staying here, bearing Lord’s irritation.

Mr. Harris understood Lord indeed, no wonder he ran so fast then, volunteering to pick up the Young Madam, guessing that Lord would be like this.

The assistant was now on the verge of tears.

He wished time could go backwards to eight in the morning, then he would surely rush to pick up the future Young Madam before Mr. Harris, rather than stay here with Lord.

Baron Lawrence was indeed very displeased!

He knew Enna Clark certainly wouldn’t arrive so soon, but hearing it from others, he still felt an indescribable irritation.

That kind of anxiety made him wish he could just drive over to pick up the person himself!

But according to protocol, as one of the central figures of the wedding, as the groom, he must wait here!

What on earth is Scott Harris doing, why hasn’t he brought her over yet!