Maeve emerged in her breathtaking gown, her arm linked with an incredibly handsome, tall young man.
A single spotlight swept over them, perfectly illuminating their faces.
As the star of the night, Maeve was luminously beautiful.
The custom haute couture gown Andres had commissioned gave her the aura of an absolute goddess.
But very quickly, the crowd's attention was violently hijacked by the stunning young man beside her.
The guests were buzzing with wild curiosity—who was this gorgeous young guy escorting the bride?
Wasn't this the part where a senior family member gave the bride away?
Slade Thorne, Leonardo Salazar, Michael Perez, and Corbin Shaw—the new inner circle—started whispering furiously among themselves.
"Is that incredibly good-looking guy seriously the former head of the Reed Family, Julian Reed?"
Quinn Hayes, who had rushed over for his good friend's wedding, had only learned of Maeve's true lineage two days ago.
"And I thought I was her best friend. All these years, she never dropped a single hint about her real family."
Jasper Jett felt the exact same way.
"The little siren kept her lips sealed tight. I just found out she was the Reed heiress recently myself."
Benjamin Bright, who had known Maeve since childhood, looked the most thoroughly smug of them all.
"Heh. Looks like I really am the most special guy in Maeve's heart after all."
The entire group immediately shot him a look of profound contempt.
Unbothered, Benjamin just chuckled and clarified for the table.
"You guessed it. That's Maeve's dad. Her biological father."
The last time Benjamin had seen Julian Reed was at least five or six years ago.
It blew his mind that after all this time, the man somehow looked even younger.
Maeve's experimental concoctions always delivered absolute miracles.
Michael's jaw practically hit the floor. "That's insane. Totally insane."
"Go ahead."
Under the stunned gaze of hundreds, Maeve gathered her skirts and marched straight toward Griffin.
The crowd craned their necks, following her every move.
Among the elite guests, some recognized Griffin as the absolute god of the mystic realm, while others had no idea who he was.
But whether they knew him or not, one fact was undeniable.
The moment the spotlight hit Griffin's face, the entire room was instantly subjugated by his terrifyingly powerful, enigmatic aura.
Maeve threw herself into Griffin's arms, giving him a massive, fierce hug.
"Dad, I knew you'd show up."
It was her wedding day. She had bet everything that Griffin wouldn't miss it.
And true to form, the man never let her down.
Griffin patted his daughter's back firmly. "I've waited a very long time for this day."

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