Chapter 212

"This is the engagement party with the Rogers family. Every important person in Istra is here. Are you sure you want to make a scene now and humiliate everyone?"

She held him back with one hand, while her other still held her juice glass. She casually bit on the straw.

Jeffrey froze, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, knuckles cracking. He stood there for a long moment before finally reigning in his emotions and slowly sitting back down.

Oscar and Queena's engagement ceremony went off without a hitch.

After the ceremony, the soon-to-be-wed couple began making their rounds, toasting the guests.

Queena had changed into a red gown, another custom designer piece, adorned with pearls and diamond chips that sparkled under the crystal chandeliers. The jade necklace around her neck was priceless.

Jeffrey recognized it instantly. It was part of his mother's wedding gifts.

How ridiculous. His mother's wedding gifts was being worn by his father's illegitimate daughter with another woman.

Just then, Queena, arm in arm with Oscar, approached their table to offer a toast.

"A toast to you both. After I get married, I'll be moving in with Oscar, so I'll have to trouble you to take good care of Mom and Dad at home."

Queena tilted her chin up, her face a mask of arrogance and pride. She wasn't even married into the Rogers family yet, but she was already putting on the airs of a young matriarch.

Jeffrey gripped his glass so tightly that if it hadn't been high-quality, it would have shattered in his hand.

"You're just getting married, not dying. If you actually cared, you could come back and visit Mom and Dad anytime," Jeffrey said, his face dark.

Queena was clearly taken aback by his tone and froze for a second before her eyes welled up with tears, a wounded look on her face.

Seeing this, George's face hardened. He scolded, "Jeffrey, is that any way to speak to your sister? Apologize now!"

Jeffrey's lips thinned into a tight line. He remained silent, his reddened eyes fixed on George with a murderous glare.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward. Fortunately, Teresa and Oscar were there to smooth things over, and the tension eased.

Queena then raised her wineglass toward Yvonne. "Yvonne, today is my and

Oscar's big day. Didn't you say you had a surprise for me?"

Yvonne remained seated, holding her juice glass. Though she was sitting, her gaze on Queena had a commanding, almost condescending feel.

"What's the rush? It's here now," Yvonne said with a smile, her clear eyes shifting toward the ballroom entrance.

At that moment, several police officers in uniform strode into the ballroom, heading straight for their table.

The sudden appearance of police at an engagement party seemed to silence the lively atmosphere in an instant.

Every guest turned to watch, their eyes following the uniformed officers as they walked up to George and produced a warrant.

"Mr. Spencer, we're from the criminal investigation division. You're a suspect in a major financial crime; case. We're placing you under arrest. Please cooperate." fo

Without another word, an officer produced a pair of handcuffs and snapped them onto George's wrists.

George's arrest at the engagement

party threw the event into chaose

Everyone crowded around,

whispering and speculating about

what he had done.

Oscar watched George being handcuffed, his expression darkening slightly, but he

said nothing, clearly wanting no part of this trouble.

Teresa, however, looked panicked

and confused. She grabbed an

officer's arm and asked, "What crime did my husband commit? Why are you arresting him? Is this a mistake?"