Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 183,Her Billionaire Husband

“What kind of talented young man can fulfill my standards?” Ruka had a haughty look as she asked in disdain. Although Tiffany was secretly sarcastic, she still maintained a prim and proper facade. “Ruka, you can’t give up the entire sea for just a fish. What’s more, I’m going to marry Matthew, so why are you still so hung up on him?” Whether it was a hint or an obvious jab, Tiffany was definitely being satirical toward Ruka.

The classmates standing by the side nodded as they thought Tiffany’s words had made sense. “That’s right, Ruka. Since Matthew is going to marry Tiffany, you should just give up on him.” “Ruka, you should believe that you can find an even better husband.” “I think that you’d have to search for such a man abroad. The most talented and youngest man with such a prospect locally has to be Young Master Matthew.”

“Hey, although Young Master Matthew is also my idol, I have to admit that he and Tiffany are a match made in heaven. I really am super envious of Tiffany now.” “Yeah, that’s right. Out of all the classmates in our year, Tiffany was always the most outstanding one. Otherwise, why would Young Master Matthew fancy her?”

As all their classmates were singing along to the same tune, Ruka was so mad that her face darkened. However, since she didn’t want to act out in public, she could only wish Tiffany hypocritically. “I only like Matthew, but if I were to really marry someone, he would not fit the standard I’m looking for.

However, now that I’m here, I still wish you two a happy wedding.” Even though Tiffany had seen through Ruka’s arrogant facade, she chose not to expose Ruka. Since it was her wedding today, Tiffany didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere. At 9:00PM, eighteen Bentleys without license plates drove up to the villa’s entrance in a row.

While there was a fireworks show at the entrance of the Larson Residence, which illuminated the beautiful fixtures of the building, a red carpet had been rolled out from outside all the way to the villa. Matthew, who had already changed into a suit, walked out from the car.

pictures and offered their congratulations, he did not bat an eye or return their gestures with a smile. According

was Matthew, nobody dared to mess around with him as there were eight bodyguards in formal suits behind him. “Matthew’s here.” “Haha, Matthew looks dashing today.” Seeing Matthew, Floch and Rachel approached and

usual aloof manner, Matthew ignored all the lavish decor that the villa was adorned with and asked icily, “Where’s Tiffy?” “She’s waiting for you upstairs. You should quickly head over so that we don’t miss the perfect time to get married,” Rachel reminded. After

Master Matthew has such an imposing aura.” “He didn’t even care to dress up in an extravagant manner, yet he still

out of our league.” As the crowd said those words, they all had their phones out to take pictures and videos of Matthew. On the other hand, Ruka was like a black swan in her strapless black dress making a high profile appearance; it was as if she wanted to declare to the world that _she_ should

was face-to-face with Matthew, she only gave a cold smile. “Congratulations, Young Master Matthew.” As the Kingses and the Dames were on good terms, he was obviously familiar with her, yet he had no feelings toward her. Gazing at her from head to toe, he

stunning man with short hair and glossy, black suit appeared behind her that

she hid that emotion in an instant. “You’re finally here, Matthew.” She stood up. As all the classmates standing outside had rushed into the bedroom, it made the huge space suddenly seem a little cramped. “Let’s go,” the man

have to carry the bride downstairs.” Although there was unwillingness written all over Matthew’s face, he could only squat down and carry Tiffany in

she was complacent. As everybody present had already known about his cold attitude, they did not really care about his reaction. After picking her up from the villa, they entered the car and thereafter the motorcade slowly headed

in shopping malls throughout the city. Even though the wedding had cost an absolute fortune since it was exaggeratingly grand, there wasn’t no adherence to tradition of ‘blocking the entrance’, the groom brushing the

perfunctory, as if he merely wanted to get this all over with. However, as