Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 673

Frederick asked in confusion, "Shouldn't you be taking us to the ship? Why are you bringing us to this room?"

The bodyguard replied expressionlessly, "No reason. Just to have you rest here for a bit."

"Rest? We don't need to rest. Take us to the ship immediately."

He hadn't come here to relax! He was here to attend a wedding, hoping to arrive early so he could rub elbows with the elites. What was the point of sitting around in this room?

The lead bodyguard completely ignored Frederick's complaints and shot a glance at his two partners.

The three men surged forward in unison, pressing chemically laced cloths firmly over their mouths. Within seconds, Frederick and his family slumped over, unconscious.

The guards pulled out ropes, bound them tightly, and then slapped thick strips of duct tape over their mouths.

"That dosage should keep them out cold until the wedding's over."

"Yeah. Even if they wake up, their hands and feet are tied, and their mouths are taped. Unless we come to let them out, they're not going anywhere."

"Let's go. Job's done."

The three men stepped out and locked the door behind them.

Meanwhile, out on the cruise ship, the wedding ceremony began.

As the bridal chorus swelled, Dewey Todd walked his granddaughter down the red carpet.

Because it was such a high-profile event, Errol's identity made it too risky for him to walk her down the aisle without potentially causing trouble for Stella's future. So, the honor had fallen to Dewey.

He guided her along the carpet, eventually placing her hand firmly into Julius's.

With red eyes, Dewey choked up, "Julius, Stella is my only granddaughter. I expect you to take good care of her. Love her, protect her for the rest of your life, and never let her down."

He couldn't bear to see his precious girl let down—especially not the way that bastard Frederick had let her down.

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