Right after, Desiree shifted the focus. Her cheeks flushed, and her voice turned shy.
“Actually, today I have even bigger news to share with everyone…”
She pulled out a pregnancy test report and held it high for all to see. “The genes have successfully invaded, Vincent is on the way!”
The crowd erupted, cheers rising one after another. “President Davidson, amazing! Double happiness at once!”
“Congratulations, President Davidson! Congratulations, Desiree!”
“When’s the wedding banquet? We’re waiting for the wedding candies!”
Vincent’s smile stiffened, a flash of panic showing in his eyes, leaving him completely off guard.
I knew at once what rattled him.
Everything he had came from the Higgins family, and what Desiree was doing now was clearly forcing him into marriage.
If he agreed, it would mean cutting ties with the Higgins family completely and starting from nothing.
Now this was going to be a show worth watching. I wanted to see how Vincent would handle this mess.
Desiree, unaware of his inner panic, tilted her head and acted coy. “Baby says he wants to attend Daddy and Mommy’s wedding in a beautiful castle. Vincent, when will you marry me?”
The crowd, eager for drama, began to chant in unison, “Propose! Propose! Propose!”
Vincent forced a smile, but the sweat beading on his forehead gave him away.
Just then, a guest’s doubtful voice cut through the noise.
“This yacht looks familiar. Isn’t it the sixth wedding anniversary gift Landon gave his granddaughter and son-in-law? Could it be that Desiree is…”
The scene fell silent. All eyes turned to Desiree, her face drained of color.
Vincent’s expression twisted, and he barked, “Who’s spouting nonsense? Are you blind? This yacht is clearly one I bought for Desiree! Bodyguards! Throw that troublemaker out, now!”
Vincent held Desiree tightly, her eyes brimming with tears, and announced to the crowd, “I, Vincent, have only one girlfriend, Desiree, and very soon she will rightfully become Mrs. Davidson!”
He paused, his tone thick with unrestrained contempt. “As for Jasmine, she’s nothing but a pathetic dog clinging to me, not even fit to carry my shoes!”
“Anyone who dares spout nonsense today and spoil Desiree’s happiness… don’t blame me for being rude!”
I sat in the corner, sunglasses shielding my eyes, and couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh.
For a live-in son-in-law to freeload this shamelessly is a truly rare spectacle.
The crowd, cowed by his words, fell silent, then obediently showered Desiree and him with flattery, praising their “perfect match” and urging them to hurry and hold the wedding.
Vincent soaked in the flattery, full of pride, as he declared, “Don’t worry, everyone. I’ll marry Desiree soon and give my son a proper name! This yacht is my proposal gift for my future Mrs. Davidson!”
Desiree, seeing her plan succeed, leaned against his chest, face glowing with bliss, hands resting gently on her belly.
Just then, my phone rang.
Noticing the major media outlets nearby, I rose slowly, my voice cold and steady.
“Oh, is that so?”
The room fell silent, every eye turning toward me.
“So Desiree is the future Mrs. Davidson? Then tell me, Vincent, who am I? The woman who has been your legal wife for five years.”
As I spoke, I tossed the marriage certificate I held onto the floor in front of them.
