Harrow swept his eyes across the entire courtyard, his gaze as sharp as a falcon's.
Rows of neatly arranged chairs stood on the courtyard lawn. At the end of a long red carpet was an enormous arch adorned with all kinds of flowers. Petals, candies, and ribbons scattered across the ground formed what was almost a "river," their colors gleaming in the sunlight.
The wedding cake stood over five meters tall, its red-and-yellow exterior studded with golden flowers and dazzling crystal decorations, like a building made of precious treasures. Every tier was exquisitely crafted and gave off an enticingly sweet aroma that made anyone want to take a bite.
But that was not the most eye-catching part. That honor belonged to the pair of "newlyweds" kissing at the very top of the cake. The figurines were so lifelike, their eyes so expressive, that one could only marvel at the artisan's skill.
Remembering his subordinate's report from two weeks ago that a mysterious tycoon had bought the Estate, Harrow suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.
His brows knitted tightly together as his gaze settled on the figurines atop the enormous cake. Once he got a clear look, Harrow's expression twisted.
Harrow recognized the "groom," and he had even heard a little about the beautiful "bride."
Anthony Edward Tony Stark and Virginia Pepper Potts-he had never expected this pair of celebrities, who appeared in the news year-round, to hold their wedding in this obscure, remote town.
And he had just happened to stumble into it. What rotten luck.
At that thought, Harrow's expression darkened.
Had this been a trap laid specifically for me from the very beginning? Was this clown of a Steven standing before me merely bait to lure us straight into it?
If that was true, he was in serious