The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 978 - 958: A Promise that Toppled a City

Chapter 978: Chapter 958: A Promise that Toppled a City

Just how much money does Brother Roy’s family really have!

Chani Gordon was very curious!

With such a generous hand, Chani Gordon felt that she should indeed be his sister-in-law in her next life, so she could have endless pocket money.

"What, Chani, can you call him Brother-in-law now and open the door?"

Hearing a chorus of sighs from inside the room and no commanding voice from the little girl for a long time, Roy Thompson’s brow lightly creased into a smile, clearly satisfied with this troublesome kid’s approval of him as a Brother-in-law. Otherwise, she would have already started making a fuss about raising the stakes.

"Ahem, it’s still too early to call me Brother-in-law! This is only the first challenge; there are many more to come. Don’t think it’s that easy to marry a wife!" If she let him off the hook this quickly, what was all the fuss about? This was her last chance to bully Brother Roy, after all. If she were to give up so easily, it would be a huge loss. "Second challenge, Brother Roy, do you love my sister?"

Roy Thompson: "..."

Isn’t that a silly question? Would Roy Thompson marry a woman he didn’t love?

"Of course, I love your sister, very deeply in love!"

He always felt that it was inappropriate for a man to keep saying ’I love you,’ but when he said it in front of his closest brothers, Roy Thompson was filled with an ineffable sense of pride, comparable to boasting. Finally, he added, "Wife, I love you!"

Usually, after such a declaration, the room would explode with reactions, and sure enough, there came a unified shout, "How do you love her? How much do you love her?"

Then, the people outside all glanced at Roy Thompson’s face, which didn’t know how to respond, and they all roared toward the inside, "Love her even after death!"

Damn, how can you love someone after you die!

Roy Thompson was completely dumbfounded. Were these brothers born to put him in a fix?

"No sincerity, what’s left after a person dies, how can there be love?" As expected, just as Roy Thompson was thinking this, an uproarious jeering came from inside, "Clearly, it’s an irresponsible statement, just like those playboys on the street who profess their love to every beautiful woman they see!"

Graham Stones: "..."

Were they talking about him?

Is he that person who says ’I love you’ to any pretty girl he sees, being demoted to the level of a street corner flirt?

"Damn, who is this woman?" It was obviously not Chani Gordon. Having heard a few lines, he could naturally distinguish the difference, "Once I go in, if I can’t conquer her, then I’m not surnamed Stones!"

Upon hearing this, Roy Thompson glanced at him indifferently and raised his eyebrow, "Are you sure about what you just said?"

Clearly, Roy Thompson wasn’t optimistic this man could conquer any woman inside.

Birds of a feather flock together, social cliques split along those lines. What type of girl the others might be, he didn’t know, but he was very clear about what kind of girl Bella Gordon was, so he was almost certain that the girl inside was of the same type.

"Of course, if I can’t handle it, I’ll straighten up my act and never chase girls again!"

Roy Thompson: "..."

So if he did manage it, he planned to continue chasing girls?

"Hurry up and say it, Groom! If you don’t declare your confidence, how am I supposed to win over the bridesmaids!"

Roy Thompson couldn’t help but shake his head with a smirk before he chuckled and called out two words, "Nana Jensen!"

Nana Jensen?

What a nice name, simple and elegant, obviously the most beautiful flower that blossomed from her parents’ love.

With this in mind, Graham Stones turned to Roy Thompson again and asked, "Is it the ’Nana’ from ’promise’?"

"Duh, if not the ’Nana’ from promise, could it be the ’Nana’ from cowardice?"

Graham Stones: "..."

Why did he feel like punching him so much? But considering he was the groom today, maybe he should let it slide.

"I’m talking about Nana Jensen, right?" After clearing his throat, Graham Stones continued to knock on the door, "I mean, you should just open the door quickly. As for how much the groom loves the bride, just let him show everyone in person rather than talk through the door. Actions speak louder than words after all!"

Nana Jensen: "..."

Who is this man? His mouth is so slick and sly. Compared to Brother Thompson, he’s the epitome of unreliability!

In Nana Jensen’s world, Roy Thompson had always been a man of action rather than words, standing in her heart as immovable as a mighty tree; it was clear that this man, upon hearing, represented unreliability.

Nana Jensen didn’t make a sound; being naturally shy, she clearly had no experience dealing with such a man and immediately sought rescue from Chani Gordon, while even Bella Gordon grew curious about the identity of this mysterious best man.

"Makes sense!" Chani Gordon’s interest was piqued by such a slick talker, and the fun would be lost if it was a group of no-good best men, "Ladies, open the door and then get ready for my big move!"

The moment the door opened, Roy Thompson’s gaze was firmly captured by the familiar and stunning figure on the bed. Even his footsteps froze, and he stood dumbfounded at the doorway, his eyes deeply fixed on the eyes of the woman gazing back at him, the color in the depths of his eyes too dense to dissolve.

"Go inside, what are you standing there staring at? Hurry up and go in and carry her home to have a good look!" After that, Graham Stones glanced over the women in the room and then cried out, "Who’s Nana Jensen?"

Upon hearing this, the room fell silent instantly, and dozens of pairs of eyes all turned simultaneously towards the strikingly handsome man in the best man’s attire. They were confused, and seeing that Nana Jensen made no move to acknowledge her name, the eyes once again collectively moved from the man to Nana Jensen. The baffled expressions intensified, including Bella Gordon’s.

Only Roy Thompson’s gaze remained steadfastly on his bride.

"So you’re Nana Jensen?"

Under the intense scrutiny of so many eyes, even Graham Stones, no matter how slow, knew who he was looking for. But as everyone’s gaze shifted, his mood, which had been restless with the desire to challenge the bridesmaids and help his brother through the gauntlet to marry the bride, cooled instantly.

The woman stood behind a group of bridesmaids, wearing a white strapless dress, her black hair coiled atop her head. If not for the bridesmaids in front of her parting to reveal the bride, he wouldn’t be able to see her full figure.

She was nothing like he had imagined—serene, unpretentious, yet gracefully composed. Although she stood tall with a distinguished air, she still looked like a girl of merely sixteen or seventeen. Graham Stones felt his mind’s perception of women shatter in an instant.

It was his first time witnessing true beauty!

Nana Jensen?

A promise that could topple cities, she was indeed a beauty true to her name!

Graham Stones even felt a jolt as if struck by lightning. The beauty of a woman surely needed a reference point, and with such a comparison, he suddenly realized how cheap the women he had been with all these years were!