The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 982 - 962: The Groom’s Body-Selling Contract!

Chapter 982: Chapter 962: The Groom’s Body-Selling Contract!

"Didn’t you say you’d do it reluctantly?"

Gazing at the couple ahead, Graham Stones, wearing high heels, came to an abrupt halt midway. His peach-blossom eyes scrutinized them, his brows furrowing slightly. He seemed to understand somewhat why Roy Thompson had been captivated by such a woman!

And why their love, which started in their youth, still endured despite separation!

Roy Thompson leaned in, bowing down, and gently lifted Bella Gordon’s veil, revealing her face, pure and polished like jade, to everyone’s sight. Everyone present was stupefied, even Graham Stones and Samson Turner, who were prepared for this moment, were astonished by the woman’s beauty.

"Women with perfect eyes often do not possess a perfect face," but, regrettably, the woman before them challenged this myth. Her face had the most classical Eastern elegance, an oval shape perfect for an Oriental beauty; even describing her as a gift from heaven was not an exaggeration.

A mere gentle smile from her was enough to make the world sweeter; the dimples in her cheeks, like blooming flowers, were touchingly beautiful and heartwarming—it only took one glance to know the kind of environment that had nurtured her!

The daughter of Michael Gordon was, indeed, extraordinary!

No wonder, only with such self-assurance could she dare to have someone like Nana Jensen as a bridesmaid. An ordinary bride would be completely overshadowed by a bridesmaid of that caliber!

There was Roy Thompson, lifting the veil and then bending down to drape the jade pot necklace around the woman’s neck. The bright young green of the jewel burst forth from the white wedding dress, leaving an image of a bride that could not simply be described as "beautiful"!

Roy Thompson was both right and wrong!

It wasn’t that seeing her made them want to drool, it was that seeing her made them afraid to even let their saliva flow!

Not all beautiful women are meant to be drooled over; apparently, Bella Gordon was one of those exceptions!

"Baby, I love you!"

After securing the necklace, Roy Thompson bent down to kiss her forehead, then her lips, and was just about to lift her from the bed when Chani Gordon’s pure voice crisply interrupted him.

"Brother Roy, you want to carry the bride away already? You haven’t signed the body-selling contract yet!"

Body-selling contract?

It wasn’t just Roy Thompson who was shocked; everyone present, including Bella Gordon herself, was astonished.

"What body-selling contract, Chani, this is a wedding, not selling oneself, enough is enough!"

This girl, it’s one thing to make a bunch of grown men carry women while wearing high heels, but now what’s this unheard-of body-selling contract, making the esteemed Young Master of the Thompson family sign? It was complete nonsense and outright chaos!

"Baby, don’t get excited!"

Seeing Bella Gordon somewhat worked up, Roy Thompson instinctively kissed her again, then helped her off the bed, and turned to look at Chani Gordon, speaking with composed assurance, "Chani, what body-selling contract? Hurry up and bring it out!"

No need to say, this young girl must have seen those folk wedding contracts, those pranks on wives claiming they’re always right, on the internet!

"Brother Roy, Chani doesn’t know any better, but aren’t you supposed to?"

Of course, Bella Gordon had seen those so-called body-selling contracts; they were nothing more than hoaxes that some small-town men made up to amuse their partners. Were there any prestigious families that engaged in such practices?

Even Mia Rowen, under those circumstances, hadn’t resorted to such gimmicks for her wedding. Roy Thompson’s worth was far more than Morgan Sanders’, by more than just a little!

To play such a joke on him was downright impossible!

"As long as I can marry you smoothly, I’m willing to do it, not only just being foolish, but even if it means losing a layer of skin on my face!" Roy Thompson said warmly, smiling and casually embracing Bella Gordon, and then he sat down on her bed, "Chani, my little taskmaster, bring out that body-selling contract quickly. Let’s sign it so I can take your sister to the wedding ceremony in time."

Chani Gordon snapped her fingers, and one of the bridesmaids immediately handed over the contract.

"Brother Roy, do you need me to read through the contents of this body-selling contract, or would you prefer to read it yourself?" Chani was somewhat disheartened by Roy Thompson’s promptness. There was supposed to be a struggle of power, a bit of pressure—that’s where the fun was, wasn’t it? But no, he was too obedient, too well-behaved; it was all rather uninteresting. How could you have a proper wedding without a little haggling? Weren’t the bridesmaids and best men there for a reason?

"No need, just your signature will do!"

Did he really need to look at or listen to such childish stuff?

"Aren’t you worried I might be trying to cheat you?"

Wasn’t this just too dull?

Wouldn’t reading the terms out loud be more amusing?

She had seen online where big, strapping men were teased by the bridesmaids’ recitations of the body-selling contract and everyone would get rowdy. That seemed enjoyable, so why was it so lackluster when it was her turn?

"What’s there to be afraid of? It’s called a body-selling contract for a reason, which clearly means I’m the one being duped!" Roy said with a half-smile, his confident expression suggesting he had everything under control. "But even if I’m duped, I do so willingly because to me, my life isn’t as important as my wife. Talking about a body-selling contract—my life already belongs to my wife!"

Chani Gordon: "..."

"Here, sign it!"

This was just incredibly boring!

Chani tossed the contract at Roy, who didn’t even glance at it, flipping straight to the last page to sign his name and press his thumbprint on the seal handed by a bridesmaid. He then stood up and handed it back to Chani, "Please keep this safe for me!"

Chani was petrified with anger, unable to vent her frustration. He had been so direct, not playing into her hands at all. She had many more stages prepared for him, but now they all seemed pointless!

She instantly lost any desire to continue.

Seeing his sister deflate like a punctured beer can, Rio Gordon couldn’t help but shake his head with a chuckle, then tried to comfort Chani, "Alright, forget about those tricks you had up your sleeve. If you really want to turn the tables on Brother Roy tonight, just muck around in the bridal chamber!"

"No need to do anything else, wear him out, then just join your sister in sleep!"

Roy Thompson: "..."

Damn, the most silent people are always the most cunning!

He had been pondering over how to deal with Chani’s fondness for causing a scene, but it turns out the most venomous one was his younger brother-in-law, who had apparently been using his tricks all wrong!

"You always know best, brother!"

Hearing her brother’s words, Chani’s face brightened up immediately. She waved the contract in her hand and said cheerfully, "Sis, I’ll hold onto this body-selling contract for now. If this slave steps out of line in the future, you can come to me to exercise your authority!"

A slave?

Disobedient?

Bella Gordon’s brows furrowed, and her expression darkened. That girl was really playing without any sense of proportion.

"Cough, cough, Chani..." Bella began, then turned to look at Roy, who seemed completely unconcerned, before speaking out, "You too, Chani is young and naive, picking up all kinds of nonsense from the internet to play with, and you just go along with it. This is what those sweet-talking men who only aim to please women do; you don’t need to join in the ruckus with them!"