On the way back to the Splendid Sayon neighborhood.
The diamond wedding dress, worth thirty-two million, was casually thrown onto the back seat, lonely and unattended.
Sherry Jones held her arms across her chest, puffing her cheeks in sulky displeasure.
She couldn't understand why White Mitchell had accepted this wedding dress. The Jones family clearly had ulterior motives, and whatever threat awaited White Mitchell was still unknown.
Seeing Sherry's unhappy expression, White Mitchell pulled the car over to the side of the road and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, upset?"
At his words, Sherry shot White a resentful glance and blurted out, "Brother, why did you accept this wedding dress? I am sure grandma and the others mean us no good.
What will you do if there is danger because you accepted the wedding dress?"
Upon hearing this, White responded confidently, "My silly girl, nothing will happen. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you.