Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend

Chapter 368: Change the Room

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When Margaret and Hilla returned, they saw Riya crawling out of the car.

The dress she was wearing was almost torn into pieces. She cursed as she ran into the house.

"Stefan, you son of a bitch! You are so shameless! Let’s wait and see!"

Margaret looked at Riya’s figure and commented as if she was watching a show. "She was very arrogant just now. It seems that only Stefan can control her!"

Hilla stood aside awkwardly. Her lips twitched. She wanted to laugh, but she didn’t dare.

Seeing Stefan come out of the car, she tried to suppress it and pulled Margaret. "According to this, we should not provoke Riya."

Margaret nodded. "Since she was bullied so badly by Stefan, I will eat the one hundred ice creams by myself."

Hilla frowned and reminded her, "It’s too cold. You should eat less."

"It doesn’t matter. You can eat some for me."

Margaret hugged Hilla’s arm. The smile on her face showed that she was very excited.

"I’m so happy to see that she is worse than me. My Julian is not that bad!"

She was not frightened by Julian and pulled her dress as she ran into the house.

It was only because Riya was inferior to her so that she was bullied like this by Stefan.

Hilla glanced at the surroundings of the courtyard and heaved a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, there’s no one here. If others see Riya, she will be even angrier."

"She deserves t. If a man takes off her dress, she’s shameless. We should learn from her and avoid experiencing the same thing. No man should marry such a woman."

Hilla thought that Margaret was quite enjoying the show.

Margaret’s wedding was almost ready. Julian was prepared in advance. There was only a week between two weddings between the two cities, but everything was prepared in Far City.

In the evening, Hilla helped Margaret try the dress on.

The bright red illuminated the entire room, and the golden threads on the dress outlined the shape of a phoenix.

Margaret looked beautiful and bright.

Margaret’s skin was fair, and the wedding dress made her extremely beautiful.

"I didn’t expect that the little girl who used to have a running nose looks so beautiful."

Envy flashed through Riya’s eyes. It was the kind of affection that ordinary women would have, but her expression was still disdainful.

Margaret stood where she was, allowing Hilla to put all kinds of things on her. Hilla carefully treated every detail. Margaret’s little face was red and she was delighted.

Although she was not willing to marry Julian, she was still happy to hold a wedding.

The bright red wedding dress and her long skirt almost covered the entire floor.

The entire room was bright red.

Hilla was busy with the details on the dress. Margaret happily touched the patterns on the dress.

Hearing Riya’s words, she even didn’t become angry. "Only I can wear such beautiful clothes, so you can only be envious of me."

It was rare for Margaret to quarrel with Riya so directly. Riya became a little dissatisfied.

She rolled her eyes at Margaret and threw away the clothes in her hand. "It’s just a dress. Why should I be envious? My family is very rich. I can invite Hilla to design a dress for me."

Hilla said hurriedly, "Yes, of course. I will do it even if you don’t pay me." One should never try to challenge a woman’s jealousy.

Hilla knew very well that she couldn’t afford to offend these two women. They would be easy to get furious so she had to express her opinion quickly.

They could say whatever they wanted to say. One was the bride, and today, a special day, she was always right.

The other was the daughter of a rich family. She couldn’t offend Riya as well.

A proud smile appeared on Riya’s face. She looked at Margaret and said, "Since Hilla has said so, my dress must be more beautiful than yours."

"No, you are my sister-in-law. You can’t make her dress more beautiful than mine."

Margaret pulled Hilla over, as if she had grabbed her own dull. She was declaring her sovereignty.

Hilla thought she was like a tool and she had no feelings.

"You are my best friend. You must make a good dress for me."

Riya held Hilla’s other arm and pulled her over without any explanation.

"No, you have to stand on my side."

"Hilla, don’t listen to her. Make a beautiful one for me."

...

They kept doing this and Hilla was like a marionette, being pulled by them.

Hilla only wanted to leave and stay far away from them.

"Have you tried the clothes?"

A man’s deep voice sounded at the door. Julian stood outside the door. His gaze passed Hilla and Riya and fell on Margaret, who was dressed in a wedding dress. His eyes darkened.

"I’m done."

Hilla quickly struggled away from the two women and said with a sigh of relief, "It’s almost done. There is nothing wrong with the size of Margaret so here is nothing to change."

As the man walked to her, Margaret’s expression became terrible. She turned away and whispered, "Why do you look at me like that?"

"You look good, beautiful, and delicious!"

Riya, who was at the side, rolled her eyes and said coldly.

Hilla was speechless and didn’t agree with Riya.

"Alright, let’s go out first."

Hilla pulled Riya and asked Riya to follow her out.

Walking to the door, Hilla turned around and reminded the two people in the room, "You guys should be careful. Margaret has to wear the dress the day after tomorrow. Don’t tear it!"

It was too late for her to make a new one if they tore the dress.

"I know. I will be careful."

Julian responded with a calm expression. Hilla blushed and quickly nodded. She took Riya out.

If she stayed here for a while longer, she would probably be killed by the way Julian looked at Margaret.

Looking at the closed door, Riya rolled her eyes and said, "See? They are so annoying! What are they doing in front of the two of us? Are they flirting with each other?"

Riya was dissatisfied. Although she hadn’t been married, she understood everything.

A man looked at a woman with that kind of burning gaze. Riya thought unless she was blind, otherwise, it was very easy for her to read the man’s thoughts.

Julian was so possessive of Margaret.

Hilla coughed. She tugged at Riya’s sleeve and asked her to look at the end of the corridor.

She whispered, "The one who wants to flirt with you is standing over there."

Riya looked up and saw the man standing at the end of the corridor. She subconsciously grabbed Hilla’s clothes and muttered, "Blimey. He’s tracking me."

If she had known this earlier, she wouldn’t have come to Far City with this man. Hilla smiled helplessly, "If you don’t go over, he will come to you."

Riya gripped the corner of her shirt. She objected and refused many times. How should she protect herself?

...

The wedding of the Jorgansen family in Far City was grander than Hilla had imagined.

They invited all the media of Far City, making the wedding venue very crowded.

The wedding was held in an open-air chateau, and the grapes could be seen everywhere.

Now, it was the ripe season of grapes, and the air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of fruit and flowers.

Riya looked at the venue. It was bright red and everyone looked so joyful. "Margaret is so beautiful."

Hilla helped her with the make-up. It was beautiful and dazzling. She looked so enchanting.

Hilla smiled and said, "When you get married, I will get you a more beautiful look."

After she said this, she secretly looked at Stefan, who was beside her. Then she smiled without saying anything.

Riya rolled her eyes and pulled the chair away, wanting to stay away from the man behind her.

However, after pulling for a while, she found that she couldn’t move it at all. She looked down and saw the legs on her chair. She turned around and said angrily, "Go away."

Stefan winked at her, suggesting that he didn’t want to let go. "I don’t want to marry anyone in this life. I just like to be single."

Riya suddenly said angrily in Hilla’s ears. Hilla was stunned and asked, "How could you have such thoughts?

"And you still dare to say it out loud? Aren’t you afraid that the man behind you will pull you aside and talk to you?"

"Why can’t I have this kind of thought? What’s so good about men? Marriage is like a disaster for a woman. Why should I risk my life to get married? I want to live my life."

Hilla pursed her lips, feeling that she had nothing to say.

She could only look at Stefan with sympathy.

However, the man was very calm, as if he was quite satisfied with Riya’s thoughts.

They were really strange.

Hilla muttered in a low voice and then turned to look at the two people on the stage.

Today, Margaret was dressed in a phoenix coronet and wedding dress, holding a fan and a violin in her hand.

Her eyes were beautiful and delicate, which made her enchanting.

Today, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She looked at the man opposite her under the applause of the host.

The whole process was long and dull. Hilla didn’t know why she could keep looking at it with great interest.

Riya whispered from behind him, "You must be disappointed that Bruce is not here."

"Not really. He has a lot of things to do. Moreover, Margaret has held a wedding in River City. It’s not appropriate to ask the Andersons to attend the wedding twice. The Jorgansens will also feel annoyed. Besides, I’m happy to be here to attend the wedding. It’s fine."

Hilla said with a smile on her face.

She focused on two people on the stage. She felt that every action and every complicated section on the stage were all that she had dreamed of.

"Don’t you want to have a wedding like this with Bruce?"

Hilla finally turned around and glanced at Riya. Her smile was indifferent. "I indeed like it, but we are already husband and wife. The wedding is not so necessary."

"Although I like it a lot, I don’t want a wedding."

When one saw the wedding of someone else, she would feel envious. When she was going to have a wedding of her own, she might regard the wedding as a shackle.

The marriage between her and Bruce was an accident, but finally, they fell in love with each other. She never looked forward to the wedding. To be honest, she preferred to see people around her live happy life.

Riya rolled her eyes at Hilla and snort, "Didn’t you say that all women wish to have a perfect wedding?"

"Yes, but besides the wedding, I hope I can have a perfect marriage.

"The wedding is wonderful, but I think my marriage with Bruce is also very wonderful."

Riya felt disgusted when she heard this.

Hilla looked like an infatuated girl. Bruce was only a man. Wasn’t she married?

Riya turned around and saw Stefan beside her. Her expression turned cold.

Her man was the only one who didn’t behave well.

After a long and dull wedding, it was time for the toast.

As soon as Margaret returned to the lounge, she couldn’t help but take off her clothes.

"Mom, I’m so tired. I can only hold this dress. I feel like I’m going to die if I take a step."

Margaret’s face darkened and she looked like she was complaining.

If she had known that the weddings were such a tiring thing, she would never have agreed to have a wedding in River City and Far City.

"Be careful. Don’t tear my clothes."

Hilla felt worried as she watched the dress designed by her.

Phoenix coronet and wedding dress were like this. She had tried to reduce Margaret’s pendant as much as possible, but Julian had always been gorgeous, and there were so many reporters today.

It took more than an hour for reporters to take photos.

On such a hot day, wearing such a long dress, she must be tired.

Riya helped Margaret wipe off the sweat as she said with disdain, "Margaret, you stink. Are you sure that Julian can be attracted by you if you are going to see him like this?"

Margaret picked up her clothes and smelled. She said unhappily, "What? It smells very good."

After saying that, she muttered angrily.

"Why can’t he tolerate me? He can tolerate anything."

Riya, who had been calm, burst into laughter.

She couldn’t help laughing at Margaret.

With a helpless expression, Hilla could only take Margaret into the bathroom and said, "Hurry up and take a shower. Change your clothes and go out for a toast."

There were so many rules in the Jorgansen family, and it was very complicated to get on with the Jorgansens. Margaret had better not cause trouble for herself.

Only Julian could protect her now.

Hilla only hoped that Margaret could be happy and safe. She didn’t want Margaret to look down at herself.

"I don’t understand. Is Julian mad? Why did he fall for the idiot, Margaret?"

She was cute and silly.

To be honest, she was also innocent.

Seeing her being so arrogant, Hilla couldn’t help but ask, "Margaret is very cute. However, if you keep laughing, I will ask the guard to drive you out."

As expected, as soon as Hilla said these, Riya suddenly shut up. She looked into Hilla’s eyes with resentment.

At midnight, the lively house gradually became silent.

In order not to disturb Margaret’s wedding, Hilla went to the hotel with Riya.

Entering the hotel room, Hilla saw Riya’s luggage on the bed. She frowned slightly and said, "Are you really sick recently?"

The medicine on the luggage was used to improve her health. Hilla had taken it when she gave birth to the baby.

Riya put away her luggage and said, "I have anemia." Then she entered the bathroom.

As the bathroom door closed, there was a knock on the door.

Hilla looked suspiciously at Stefan, who was standing outside the door. "What’s the matter?"

"Change the room." The man handed his room card to her and said, "I want to sleep in this room!"