Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk

Chapter 345: Are You Playing House?

Immediately after, a young girl who seemed barely out of her teens squeezed her way out from the audience, clutching a wooden pear blossom box to her chest as though it was a treasure.

The guests were all in an uproar.

Just ask, in all of Stanton City, how many people dare to call Jasper Sinclair by his full name?

All at once, everyone’s attention shifted from Nora Northwood to the young girl’s innocent face.

She was wearing the simplest white T-shirt and jeans, the jeans had been washed so many times they were starting to fade to gray.

Yet, on her, there was not a trace of cheapness.

Jasper Sinclair looked at the suddenly appearing young girl, lingering on her face for a few seconds. He didn’t recognize this person in his memory, but she seemed very familiar with him.

The young girl, summoning her courage, skipped up to Jasper Sinclair, "Mr. Sinclair asked me to bring you something. I’ve been looking for you for years, and I finally found you!"

Mr. Sinclair?

Grandma Sinclair, seated in the place of honor, was about to intervene, but she heard the name of Mr. Sinclair.

For someone who had lost a child, nothing was more important than news of her son.

She paused, then quickened her pace to the stage, urgently asking, "Child, are you talking about Martin Sinclair?"

"Yes." The young girl said as she handed the item in her hand to Jasper Sinclair, "Look, Mr. Sinclair asked me to give you this box, and he said there’s something very important inside."

Jasper Sinclair took it with trembling hands, discovering his father’s personal stamp at the bottom of the box.

"Are you playing house? I want to be the bride too!"

The young girl, oblivious to the occasion, immediately lifted Nora Northwood’s red wedding veil.

The saying goes, "Ignorance is bliss," and that seemed to be the case.

Nora Northwood’s face was exposed for all to see, amidst the colorful crowd. Her round apricot eyes hid a charm; her made-up face was bright and bold, with a unique allure.

The young girl seemed unaware of the commotion she’d caused, remaining enthusiastically cheerful, "Mr. Sinclair said I’m to be your bride one day. Did you know I was coming today?"

Now, the guests exchanged glances with each other.

Was it a deliberately arranged interlude?

But looking again at Jasper Sinclair’s somber yet slightly puzzled face, it was clear it wasn’t.

Below, people began to whisper amongst themselves.

Jasper Sinclair gave Louis Hayes a look, who understood and took the box away, as well as escorting the young girl out.

Before being led away, the young girl started to kick up a fuss, "This box is for Jasper Sinclair, you can’t take it!"

Louis Hayes slid his arms under her armpits, lifting her out of the venue in a rather awkward manner.

The wedding continued, but the guests’ interest had shifted elsewhere.

Some speculated whether this girl who appeared out of nowhere might be an illegitimate child of the Sinclair Family.

The young girl seemed pure and harmless, her eyes as clear as a newborn’s.

Jasper Sinclair had always been low-key, and the one time he holds a high-profile wedding, it’s disrupted by a random stranger.

The news of Mr. Sinclair’s death was a taboo within the Sinclair Family. Although it wasn’t explicitly forbidden, no one wanted to touch on the old lady’s grief.

Over time, it was never mentioned again, not even in private chats.

The names of this couple had long faded from memory.

The latter part of the wedding followed the usual procedure. Jasper Sinclair and Nora Northwood, in silent mutual understanding, were both mindful of the sudden appearance of this young girl.