The next day, at the wedding of Joy Sutton and Simon Grant, various high-society members appeared here. Suddenly, a black sedan stopped at the entrance.
A pair of lace-up high heels stepped on the ground, the graceful figure was wrapped in a black floor-length dress.
This color was extremely eye-catching at the wedding venue, as wearing black on a wedding day was quite inappropriate.
Her chestnut waist-length curly hair and striking looks immediately attracted a lot of attention.
She was truly an enchanting sight!
Some men even wanted to approach and start a conversation, but before they could muster the courage to take a step, two more people got out of the car—a little girl and a little boy.
Bianca Sutton held Mason Sutton's hand, standing next to Nancy Sutton. She felt perfectly at ease despite the surrounding glances, looking as if she was in her element.
Mason Sutton completely ignored the situation around him and focused solely on holding Nancy Sutton's hand as they walked into the banquet hall.
Along the way, the two children didn't say much, obediently staying by Nancy Sutton's side.
They seemed to realize something significant, and understood it was not the time for crying or making a fuss.
Mommy must be off doing something important; they must not become a burden to her.
Inside the banquet, Nancy Sutton scanned the crowd and finally spotted the figure she was looking for—her stepmother Sharon Warren.
The malicious, money-driven woman who had plunged her into an abyss.
Nancy Sutton boldly walked up to Sharon Warren, flashed a polite smile, but there wasn't a hint of real warmth in her eyes.
"Ms Warren, it's been a long time....."
Sharon Warren looked at Nancy Sutton in front of her, startled for a moment, and reacted to how Nancy Sutton addressed her, a flash of anger appearing on her face.
She hated being called Ms Warren the most, as if it made her look like a household servant.
"Oh, isn't this the little Nancy who caused the old man's death? What, have time to attend your sister's wedding?"
Nancy Sutton couldn't be bothered to keep up pretenses, letting out a light sniff, her face remaining perfectly composed and refined.
Nancy Sutton cut to the chase.
"The inheritance my father left for me and the children belongs to us. It should be returned to me. I don't want these things to fall into certain pockets."
Nancy's voice was loud enough to attract the attention of others, and Sharon Warren bit her lip tightly.
She cast a furious glance at Nancy Sutton from the corner of her eye; she wasn't going to easily yield such a large inheritance to her opponent.
Sharon Warren's eyes darted, a thought popped into her mind. The way she got rid of Nancy Sutton back then could still work today.
"Nancy, how could you shamelessly take the inheritance?"
"Back then, you were the one who killed the old master. The fact that we didn't hold you accountable was already generous enough; how can you be so greedy?"
The surrounding socialites started to gossip quietly, throwing evaluations at Nancy Sutton based solely on Sharon Warren's words.
Nancy Sutton couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly. She hadn't expected Sharon Warren's skill in twisting facts to still be so practiced.
Too bad, Nancy Sutton had anticipated this move of hers, and she gave Mason Sutton a signal. Mason Sutton immediately understood, and pulled out a cellphone from his little backpack.
He handed it to Nancy Sutton, who found a recording and played it in front of everyone.
The voice that came out was a man's, very distinctive, and everyone was familiar with it—it was the late former head of the Sutton Group, Justin Sutton.
Nancy Sutton's father and Sharon Warren's husband.
The recording continued to play. The voice sounded weak, suggesting it was from his late stages of illness, as he delivered his last words.
"Nancy, Daddy left you some assets separately. Be wary of Sharon Warren; she's not pure of heart. And silly girl, avoid confrontation, Daddy has already arranged everything for you. Just go abroad."
Instantly, the atmosphere around them changed, and those who had been judging Nancy Sutton were embarrassed.
Sharon Warren's expression stiffened, and her hands hanging by her sides unconsciously clenched into fists.
All of a sudden, Sharon Warren became the focus of the entire room, and the long-silent Mason Sutton couldn't help but pipe up,
Pointing his little finger at Sharon Warren.
"This lady is really bad!"
Bianca Sutton nodded repeatedly, and in sync, said to Sharon Warren,
"Phooey!"
Unlike Mason Sutton, who remained calm, Bianca Sutton's little mind had already pieced together the entire story.
That one sound from Bianca Sutton was a true expression of emotion.
Sharon Warren was no longer willing to face the questioning stares, especially since her family couldn't afford to lose face like this.
After a long contemplation, Sharon Warren opened her mouth to make an announcement.
"Sorry everyone, we need to postpone the wedding."
From the crowd, a woman holding her dress appeared—Sharon Warren's daughter, Joy Sutton, today's bride.
When Joy Sutton heard her mother announce the wedding was postponed, her dark eyes widened, pushing aside the people in front of her.
"Mom, what are you talking about!?"
Sharon Warren shook her head at Joy Sutton, giving her a sharp look, signaling her not to make a scene, otherwise the one to suffer would be herself.
Joy Sutton pursed her lips tightly, expressing her unwillingness, but she had no choice. Since her mother Sharon Warren said so, she couldn't pursue it.
Nancy Sutton felt a wave of satisfaction watching this unfold, but she wasn't ready to let these two off the hook, considering what they had done to her back then.
These events were nothing compared.
Nancy Sutton looked disdainfully at the pair in front of her, her red lips parting slightly.
"I want to reclaim the property originally intended as a dowry for my stepsister, to secure my future."
Before Sharon Warren could react, Joy Sutton, standing beside her, furiously tried to take action in a few quick steps.
Nancy Sutton promptly pushed the two children aside, and with swift movements, grasped Joy Sutton's hand, twisted it behind her back, and pinned her to the ground, subduing her with one move.
Strands of Nancy Sutton's hair hung down, and she chuckled scornfully at Joy Sutton, then got up and led the two children away from the scene, having made her intentions clear.
There was no way Sharon Warren wouldn't respond. If she didn't comply, she would face the consequences.
Joy Sutton propped herself up, tidying her disheveled hair, timidly looking around, already harboring a grudge against Nancy Sutton in her heart.
If it weren't for her, how would she have lost face in front of all these high-society individuals? Damn it, Nancy Sutton, just you wait!
Sharon Warren felt a pang of sympathy for Joy Sutton, after all, she was her own child, like a piece of flesh cut from herself.
If she didn't care, who would?
Sharon Warren approached Joy Sutton, pulling her up from the ground, and led her out of the crowd.
Among the onlookers, Liam Quincy watched the entire spectacle coldly, a spark of interest flaring in him. He picked up his phone.
He called a subordinate, instructing them to follow Nancy Sutton.