Chapter 73: Chapter 73: The Luxurious Wedding Scene of the Century

People from Port Caldoria and Southaven tend to believe in things like feng shui, so Brianna Hudson had decided she was too much of a jinx and didn’t want to bring her along.

And once word got out that Jared Jennings was going to marry Brianna Hudson, her ex-boyfriend, Mason Walsh, grew agitated. Although her family was reasonably well-off, in the eyes of heirs to these top-tier wealthy families, she really didn’t measure up.

Even before Mason Walsh kicked her to the curb, Cheryl Stuart had already been hanging around Brianna Hudson and had gotten to know Miles Hollis.

Now, she was attending Jessie Sterling and Victor Morgan’s wedding as Miles Hollis’s date.

These past three days had been a real eye-opener for Cheryl Stuart.

Champagne was handed out by the bottle, and incredibly, every guest received a wedding favor. Even the hotel was a seven-star, top-tier luxury establishment, with each room assigned a private butler ready to fulfill any request.

For each day of the wedding celebration, they changed into different formal attire. If anyone needed a stylist, the two host families provided makeup artists and stylists as well. And as for the chefs brought in for the banquet, they were on a completely different level from what you’d see at a wedding back home.

The venue offered golf and polo, with plenty of sports and entertainment options to ensure the guests had a great time.

Cheryl Stuart felt a bit conflicted when she received David Hudson’s message.

The guests were all discreet enough not to post pictures of the newlyweds on social media platforms like Instagram or Weibo. But she did have some history with David Hudson, and in the entertainment industry, you really couldn’t afford to offend the country’s most “authoritative” paparazzo.

Miles Hollis was a playboy. It was still afternoon, and back in the hotel room, he wrapped his arms around her naked body from behind. “What are you thinking about?”

The evening banquet was the main event, so during the day, the guests were mostly free to do as they pleased.

Miles Hollis had taken Cheryl Stuart straight to the hotel room to fool around.

“N-Nothing…” Cheryl Stuart’s voice trembled as the man pressed his scorching hot body against her back. These rich boys played way too rough; her legs were still shaking.

Miles Hollis didn’t care whether Cheryl Stuart was telling him the truth. He was getting worked up again and was about to push her down to relieve himself once more.

But Cheryl Stuart was a little afraid of him now. She pushed back lightly, murmuring, “Second Young Master, I think Miss Sterling’s wedding decorations are beautiful. I took a lot of pictures. Is it okay if I post them?”

She wasn’t exactly Miles Hollis’s official girlfriend, so like many others, she called him “the Second Young Master.”

Miles Hollis had little patience. He saw her resistance as just a bit of playful fun between them. Pinning her by the waist, he panted, “Go ahead and post them! With several thousand people here, they can’t possibly check everyone’s phones. Just make sure no one else is in the photos—neither the newlyweds nor the guests.”

As for the venue itself, that wasn’t a big deal.

After messaging Cheryl Stuart, David Hudson still hadn’t received a reply. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

[Dawg: I’ve hit my professional Waterloo. Sigh.]

David Hudson had a huge following on Weibo. The moment he posted this, it was immediately flooded with comments and questions.

“Dawg can have a professional Waterloo? I don’t believe it!”

“You’re the guy who exposed that top-tier celebrity for soliciting prostitutes, even when his company was doing everything to protect him! In my book, Dawg is invincible! You hit a Waterloo? I don’t believe it either!”

“Huh? Looking at Dawg’s location, he’s in London? Could it be…”

“Is Dawg actually at the scene?! Holy shit, is it *that* scene? The one people have been whispering about online?”

“Dawg, you’ve made it big! The street in your location tag seems pretty close to the rumored venue, eh?”

David Hudson angrily chewed on a piece of bread as he replied to his fans’ comments.

[Dawg: M-hm, that’s right. I’m at the scene. Outside the scene, that is. *wry smile*]

[Dawg: This is a total Waterloo. No joke, it’s insane, seriously impressive. The outside is swarming with security, I’m talking mercenary-level. I’m fucking blown away.]

[Dawg: *Sigh.* You ask what I’m doing now? I’m chewing on dry bread. Been doing it for three days and three nights.]

His replies immediately cracked up the fans in his Weibo comments.

“LMAO, even Dawg can’t get in? That really is some next-level shit.”

“Just give it up, Dawg. You should leave. The ones getting married this time are from that Aethelburg family, right? Last time, what’s-her-name, didn’t Wendy Lawson accidentally leak a picture of the fiancée? It was scrubbed from the internet almost instantly, and those loud-mouthed, brain-dead fans actually had to pay up and apologize for just a few comments. Let’s not wade into these muddy waters. I still want to see you expose more celebrity gossip!”

“Damn, I’m suddenly realizing that a tycoon’s wedding is completely different from a celebrity’s. When that pop king got married, even though they banned paparazzi and media, a ton of photos from the venue still got leaked on the same day. But look at these real tycoons—their wedding is going on for days, and there’s not a single peep about it online.”

Just as the netizens were chattering away, David Hudson finally received a few pictures.

Besides messaging Cheryl Stuart, he had two other big-name celebrities at the venue.

They, however, had been formally invited to perform on stage.

Back home, they were genuine national-level singers.

He’d heard that in addition to the two singers invited from their home country, there were also quite a few international superstars at the wedding.

What David Hudson had just received were a few videos and photos from the evening banquet, showing the on-stage performances.

David Hudson immediately shot up straight in the driver’s seat. He tapped open a video and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Holy shit!”

They were all superstars who had won so many Grammys it was ridiculous—celebrities so famous that even people who don’t follow the entertainment world would recognize them. And now, they were appearing in the hall of St. Alban’s Palace like they were a dime a dozen.

David Hudson quickly edited the clips together and posted the video on Weibo.

Plenty of people were already discussing his previous post when, out of the blue, they refreshed and saw a new video. At first, the netizens didn’t think much of it. Seeing the title “Wedding Concert” on the video, they even thought it was a bit cliché.

A concert at a wedding wasn’t exactly anything new.

But the moment everyone clicked play, the bullet comments were instantly flooded with a unified chorus of curses.

They just couldn’t hold back!

Previously, people online had posted about how much it costs to have a celebrity attend a birthday party. A minor celebrity in the country might have an appearance fee of a few hundred thousand RMB. But for a big-name star, you weren’t paying in RMB anymore, but in US dollars, with the most expensive ones commanding a three-million-dollar appearance fee.

As for international superstars, the fee could easily be five or six million US dollars.

So when the netizens saw the A-listers in David Hudson’s video—legends whose world tours were rumored to sell out every single show—how could they not be completely dumbfounded?

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