A beautiful cello melody drifted through the background, the angelic tune radiating deeper and deeper, making the occasion serene and heavenly.
Xylander had entered the hall—an enormous hall that held nearly countless people who had traveled far and wide just to witness the wedding of the number one richest man in the world. Not only New York City, but the whole damn world was watching him tie the knot.
The wedding invitations had been given strictly to selected people. Not just anyone was allowed, and security was tight as a leech, ensuring no assassin or underworld figure could make their way inside to harm the soon-to-be groom, Daniel Lancaster.
Even with the massive crowd seated, hidden media was scattered around. Some carried secret cameras tucked beneath clothing, others disguised them as bulletins or jewelry. To Xylander's oblivion, every moment of this so-called private wedding was being broadcast live on national television.
