Mr. Snyder Was So Sweet

In Luca Hotels in Alofau.

The luxurious banquet hall was full of guests, and a pair of newlyweds stepped onto the stage in beautiful music.

The groom, a middle-aged man, donned a classic black gown. A well-maintained physique complemented his tall stature and handsome features. He possessed a strength and proportion that belied his years, radiating not the oft-associated greasiness of middle age, but rather the allure of mature charm.

The bride, adorned in a white veil, gazed adoringly at the man beside her. A joyful smile graced her beautifully kept face.

It looked so dreamy and beautiful. The host's voice rang out. The two stood face to face, about to perform the most sacred ring exchange ceremony.

Suddenly, the banquet hall doors swung open, and a tall woman entered. She donned a navy-blue French vintage evening gown complemented by a black retro wave top hat, its black veil subtly obscuring her eyes.

She was filled with mystery and charm, overshadowing the couple's glory onstage.

All the guests fixed their eyes on the woman in high heels, carrying an Italian Berley gun on her shoulder. The retro gun matched her retro dress very well, noble and unique.

The sound of high heels was particularly striking in the banquet hall, and even the host was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Lydia Valentine smirked and approached her step by step.

"You didn't tell me you were getting married, Mr. Valentine. Do you think I don't know?"

When her cold voice sounded, the guests burst into an uproar.

"Mr. Valentine is really lucky. The bride is so beautiful, but I didn't expect there would be such a charming woman to come to show love."

"Is this also Mr. Valentine's woman?"

"There's going to be a good show."

"Who do you support?"

On the stage, the expression of the bride, Evelyn Warren, changed. She bit her lip and asked reproachfully.

"Who is her? Esteban, how can you do this to me?"

Esteban Valentine frowned and looked at the beautiful figure standing not far away.

"Stop it, Lydia. Today is a big day for me and Evelyn. Be good."

Hearing what Esteban said, the guests were slightly shocked. It turned out that Lydia, the daughter of the Valentine family, was back.

Lydia was a synonym for rebellion. She was famous among the socialites in Alofau.

It had been three years since they last heard this name. Everyone had almost forgotten about her. Her appearance had caused quite a stir. Many people took out their mobile phones to take photos and post them on their social media.

They posted almost only one sentence, "Lydia Valentine is back. Be careful, everyone!"

Evelyn clenched her teeth in hatred. She had believed that sending Lydia abroad would clear her path to marry Esteban. She never anticipated that Lydia would return to cause trouble.

Today was her wedding, and she wanted everything to be perfect, so she confided in Esteban.

"Esteban, today is our wedding day. I don't want the wedding to be ruined."

Esteban felt anxious. He chose not to tell his daughter about his marriage himself, fearing she might return to cause problems.

Upon seeing the gun in Lydia's hand, Evelyn was uncertain if it was real. The possibility that Lydia might shoot her in a burst of rage left Evelyn feeling somewhat frightened.

After all, Lydia dared to do anything because of her father's guilt.

"I'll talk to you later, Lydia. Let me finish the ceremony first."

Esteban winked at the housekeeper next to him and asked them to get Lydia out.

Lydia, well-acquainted with her father's temperament, pointed the gun at Evelyn. Terrified, Evelyn leaped up and took refuge behind Esteban.

"Put your gun down, Lydia..."

When Lydia saw how frightened Evelyn was, the smile on her face grew wider and more charming.

Esteban frowned. "Put the gun down, Lydia."

Evelyn hid behind him and trembled with anger. This wicked girl shouldn't have lived in the world. She would only ruin her plans.

Lydia knew that Evelyn would act like this, which ruined her image as the queen today. She felt very happy.

"Everyone, I have something to tell my dad. Please leave."

She turned her eyes slightly and glanced at the guests. No one moved. They all wanted to watch the show.

"I forgot to tell you that there are four time bombs installed in the banquet hall. Five minutes left. If you want to die, you can stay."

As soon as she finished speaking, the people in the hall were in a mess and ran out desperately. Evelyn felt terrible when she saw this scene.

"Come back, all of you, come back!"

Evelyn called out, but she was afraid of the gun on the opposite side. She retracted her head behind Esteban and gritted her teeth.

Lydia Valentine, I won't let you be so arrogant anymore.

She stamped her feet and said in a crying voice, "Esteban, I can't let my wedding be ruined like this."

She had taken good care of Esteban all these years, which was why he had decided to hold a wedding ceremony for her. However, the little b*tch had caused her to lose face again.

Esteban said to the butler not far away, "Take Lydia out."

Then a group of bodyguards appeared, and Lydia turned her gun on them. The anesthetic needles flew out and the bodyguards fell one by one.

"Honey, did you see that? Who is the good daughter between Lydia and Hollie?"

Hollie Valentine was the child of Evelyn and Esteban. She was a few months younger than Lydia. Lydia's mother was depressed because of Esteban cheating during her pregnancy, and she could only live in a mental hospital.

At this time, Esteban was angry. After all, at their wedding today, all the famous people in Alofau were invited. He was embarrassed.

"I've sent you abroad for three years, Lydia. Why haven't you changed at all?"

Lydia curled her lips coldly. She had been classified as a bad girl since she was a child. She stole her sister's toy and tore her book. She stained her skirt. It was all her fault for being too naughty.

But the fact was that it was Hollie who snatched back her toy. Hollie tore her book. And the cake on the skirt was smeared by Hollie.

But no one saw this. It was always her who was too rebellious, bad-tempered, and a bad child.

"Dad, Mom is still alive. How dare you marry her."

Esteban changed his expression and looked at her with a hint of heartache.

"I'll take care of your mother all the time, Lydia, but Evelyn has been taking care of us and your grandma. I should give her a title."

Lydia looked at the middle-aged man on the stage. He still looked the same as she remembered. But her mother in the hospital was completely different. She smiled coldly. How had she been all these years?

She would pay them back one by one. Her smile became more and more enchanting, and there was a loud noise in the reception hall.

"Ah..."

Evelyn screamed again and again. Suddenly, she remembered that her daughter was still there, so she shouted in her direction.

"You go, Hollie. Lydia is crazy. She's as crazy as her mother. She wants to kill our whole family."