Chapter 4 Trap

Lyanna stood at the entrance of the hotel, looking stunning in her wedding gown.

When she saw Amelia's bright smile, her eyes widened in shock, and she felt a surge of anger.

But with so many people around, she had to fake a smile and quickly approached. "Well, Amelia, you're here! I never thought you'd actually show up at my wedding."

She suddenly opened her arms and hugged Amelia tightly, almost as if she wanted to crush her.

In a low voice, she hissed, "I can't believe you had the guts to show up after all these years."

Amelia's lips curled into a cold smile as she softly replied, "Of course I had to come to your wedding. How else could I repay you for hunting me down for all those years?"

Lyanna slowly released Amelia, her smile never faltering. "In that case, come on in. We don't want to be late."

Lyanna pulled Amelia inside.

The crowd watched them disappear.

"I never knew Lyanna had a sister."

"And she's gorgeous, way out of Lyanna's league."

Another woman wearing a pearl necklace chimed in, "No kidding. Did you see her face? How did someone like her end up marrying Hugo from the Graves family?"

Amidst the gossip, Lyanna led Amelia to a secluded corner.

Once they were alone, Lyanna's face turned cold.

She let go of Amelia's hand and shoved her. "Really? You chose my wedding day to come back. What are you up to?"

Amelia crossed her arms, looking relaxed and indifferent. "I'm here to do what I need to do. After all, you made my life hell back then. I owe you a memorable gift."

Lyanna sneered, a mocking smile on her lips. "Is that so? I'll be waiting."

Just then, a staff member in a black uniform hurried over.

Seeing them, he anxiously called out, "Ms. Smith, the wedding is about to start."

Lyanna frowned slightly and replied, "Alright, I'm coming."

After the staff left, Lyanna glanced at Amelia before turning to leave.

She hadn't gone far when she quickly took out her phone and dialed Audrey's number. "Mom, what were you thinking? Did you know Amelia is back?"

Audrey, about to leave the dressing room, was stunned. "What? How is that possible?"

Lyanna was furious. "How is it not possible? She was just in front of me!"

Audrey quickly gathered herself. "Is she here to ruin your wedding?"

Thinking of the consequences, Audrey's face darkened. "Wait there. I'll send someone to handle it right away."

Meanwhile, Amelia, seemingly unbothered, strolled through the hotel garden with earbuds in.

On the other end, Lucy was waiting in a car.

Amelia asked, "Are the reporters ready? Is the live-streaming equipment set up? We can't miss the show."

Lucy replied, "Amelia, don't worry. They're professionals. Trust their expertise."

Amelia nodded slightly. "Alright, I'll trust them this time. Make sure you record a segment for us."

Lucy agreed, "Got it."

After hanging up, Zoey, sitting next to Lucy, asked curiously, "Is Mom going to catch bad guys?"

Lucy patted her head and smiled, "Yep, your mom's catching the bad guys. And once she does, we'll have something really good to eat."

Zoey clapped her hands excitedly. "Yay, finally something good to eat!"

Inside the hotel, Amelia had just ended her call and was looking for a place to rest when the music started, and the hostess's sweet voice filled the hall, "The wedding is starting."

Lyanna, in her flowing white gown, walked arm-in-arm with Hugo, the eldest son of the Graves family, towards the wedding altar.

She looked like she was about to step into a blissful life.

But unfortunately, she had wronged Amelia.

Entering the marriage altar wouldn't be easy.

With a mocking smile, Amelia started to head that way.

However, Audrey stormed in with a group of bodyguards from the other side.

Audrey pointed at Amelia. "There she is. Grab her!"

Amelia raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You can't hold back, can you? Fine, no need for more theatrics."

With that, she turned and sprinted in the opposite direction.

The bodyguards chased after her, almost catching up when Amelia's eyes flashed, and she darted into the wedding hall.

All eyes turned to her.

Feigning panic, Amelia pleaded, "No, don't grab me. I'm just here for my sister's wedding. Please don't grab me."

Lyanna and Hugo were at the altar, about to exchange rings.

Hugo looked bewildered at the sudden commotion.

He turned to the bodyguards chasing Amelia. "What's going on?"

Lyanna's expression changed but quickly composed herself, explaining to the crowd, "That's my sister. She was in a mental hospital. I don't know how she got out."

Before anyone could react, she hurried towards Amelia, shouting, "Amelia, weren't you supposed to stay in the hospital? How did you get here?"

Then she signaled the bodyguards, whispering urgently, "What are you waiting for? Grab her!"

The bodyguards moved, but Amelia was agile, dodging them with a mocking smile.

Carl recognized Amelia and blurted out, "Isn't that Mrs. Adams?"

He was about to step forward when Raymond stopped him.

Raymond, with a stern look, said, "Wait. Let's see what's happening."

Amelia skillfully evaded the bodyguards, leading Lyanna to a secluded spot.

Lyanna, cornering Amelia, spoke coldly. "Do you think you can escape? Your father couldn't, and neither can you."

Amelia, unafraid, met her gaze and asked lightly, "What, are you going to kill me like you did to my father?"

Lyanna scoffed, "Why not? You're both worthless. Dying together would be fitting."

She advanced, ready to act.

Just then, a group of reporters emerged from behind a flower wall.

Flashbulbs went off, and microphones were thrust forward.

"Ms. Smith, what did you mean by that?"

"Was Mr. Smith's death related to you?"

"Did you push Mr. Smith off the building?"