Michael raised his ss and said, "George is right. Here''s to you both. I hope you enjoy your time in Aleshire, and don''t hesitate to ask if you need anything."


    He knew exactly why these two were here-they were attending his wedding tomorrow. However, given they were at The Nightowl, an upscale nightclub, he figured it was best not to bring it up. Ryan and George raised their sses in response, but Felix remained motionless. His indifference seriously irritated Michael.


    "I don''t believe we''ve met. Who might you be?" Michael''s youthful pride got the better of


    him.


    He could have just finished his drink and left, but he felt the need to assert himself. He could not let this slide, and he wondered who Felix thought he was to disrespect him like


    this.


    "I''m Felix Zeller. I''m no one important, but here''s a word of advice-if you''re nning to get married, show some respect for each other, alright?"


    Michael could not believe Felix was actually lecturing him. His irritation grew, especially since he had never heard of Felix before.


    .


    Before Michael could respond, Ryan set down his ss. "You''ve finished your drink. Shouldn''t you be leaving?"


    Michael threw onest nce at Felix before leaving with a forced smile.


    "Interesting. I underestimated Michael. He''s got some self-control," George remarked.


    Ryan chuckled. "Well, he''s from the Walsh family. With both of us sitting here, he''d have to be an absolute fool to cause trouble."


    Around 11:00 pm, Felix''s phone buzzed. Even though he was blocked, he had sent Yvonne a text when his nended, and she finally responded.


    "Enjoy yourself. I''ve got to go," Felix said, standing up.


    Ryan and George exchanged a knowing nce, sensing what was happening. However, the real drama woulde tomorrow-and Felix''s sudden departure was just the prelude.


    Later, Felix arrived at an exclusive viplex in Aleshire. Inside, he found Yvonne sitting on a couch in the living room. She was in her pajamas, her expression nk, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking. "Now that you''ve seen me, will you stop bothering me? Leave for Canraville first thing tomorrow morning. I don''t want you at my wedding," Yvonne stated coldly.


    Felix remained standing, his eyes fixed on Yvonne. "I just saw Michael at The Nightowl. Are you sure you want to marry someone like him?"


    Yvonne''s expression remained unchanged. "Whatever he does doesn''t concern me. At the end of the day, I''ll still have to marry him. Now, will you please leave?" Felix nodded. "I just need one answer-


    need one answer-do you want to


    "Get


    do you want to marry Michael?"


    "Get out!" Yvonne shot up from her seat, pointing at the door.


    Felix did not argue. He walked to the door, but just as he opened it, he heard Yvonne mumble softly from the couch.


    "I don''t want to... I really don''t. But


    hoice do I have?"


    Felix smiled as he closed the door behind him. Yvonne probably assumed that he could not. have heard her whisper from that distance without his martial arts abilities. In truth, his senses remained as sharp as ever. "Message received, Yvonne," Felix thought to himself. "Tomorrow, everything will be settled once and for all."