My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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“Hey, Brian, Sanford’s closest to you. Share some behind-the-scenes stuff with us.”

Curiosity was written all over their faces.

Brian idly swirled his glass, remaining silent.

He didn’t have any exclusive news.

It was merely a hunch that Sanford might stir things up today.

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Amid their conversation, a commotion broke out at the banquet hall’s entrance.

Sanford had finally arrived.

Everyone’s eyes turned towards the entrance, where they saw Sanford dressed in an elegant suit.

His suit’s white shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his collarbone.

His cheeks were flushed, his gaze unfocused, and he appeared drunk.

Rosalynn’s eyes widened as she noticed something was off.

Sanford appeared to have no desire to tie the knot whatsoever.

He had arrived intoxicated, even before the ceremony started.

Janiya glared at Sanford, barely containing her anger. “Sanford, where have you been? Don’t you

realize today is your engagement? Why are you so drunk?”

Sanford just offered Janiya a weak smile and remained silent.

Britton urged, “Sanford, quickly head to the lounge, get changed, and then join us to entertain the

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guests.”

Sanford just nodded in response.

Meanwhile, Millie, who had been busy welcoming guests with her parents, noticed Sanford’s late

arrival. Hiding her irritation, she approached him.

“Sanford, what took you so long?”

Sanford rubbed his temples and staggered ahead. “I’ve got something IT need to attend to.”

Millie instinctively supported him.

She saw a red lip mark on Sanford’s shirt collar by chance.

Furthermore, there was a crimson hickey on his neck.

Millie’s expression shifted. “Sanford, who were you hanging out with earlier?”