Chapter 7. Special Rules for Unwanted Marriage

Brent's gaze grew colder. He took his phone and placed it on the table. "Do you know your current status?" he asked, holding back a growl. The muscles in his neck seemed to tighten. Obviously, he was furious.

Beverley glanced at Brent's cell phone only to see her picture on it—a photo of her still in her wedding dress, on the side of the road, messy and barefoot. Part of her face was covered by a veil, but her spectacular wedding dress was sure to be recognized by those in the business community.

"Why does it look like Mr. Oliver's bride's dress?"

"Did Mr. Oliver's wife run away from her marriage or what?"

People will think like that if the photo manages to debut on social media. Yeah, unless they think Brent ordered a cheap dress of the same ten designs. But it certainly did not seem like the arrogant style of Mr. Brent Oliver.

Beverley felt a little satisfied at the sight of Brent's anger, though she had to say it was also a little scary. The man had