Chapter 695 Exposed

Elvis stared at Clara indifferently, then hooked his thin lips. “Don’t worry, there’s still an important person yet to arrive.”

“Who’s that?” Clara asked anxiously, sensing impending trouble.

Peterson approached and reported in a low voice, “Master, she’s here.”

Elvis glanced at Clara, then pointed at the door. “Look, my guest has arrived.”

Clara turned to the entrance, her pupils constricting. She gasped; Sadie stood there.

Sadie, imprisoned by Molly, appeared at the wedding. Though given an antidote daily, her face was pale, her body weak. Clara's heart tightened. Sadie’s presence suggested something had happened to Molly; her hiding place had likely been discovered, and Sadie rescued.

“Elvis, I… I suddenly feel unwell. I’ll go to the bathroom,” Clara said, attempting to leave. Two bodyguards blocked her exit.

“Hurry up, get out of the way! Do you know who I am? I’m Mrs. Augustine! This is my wedding!” Clara scolded, but they remained unmoved.

Feeling trapped, she turned to Elvis. “Elvis, look, they’re bullying me!”

Elvis’s cold gaze softened into a slow, chilling smile. Clara realized she’d fallen into his trap.

Sadie, supported by Peterson, approached. “Clara, where do you think you’re going?” she announced.

The revelation that Clara was actually Princess Clara stunned the audience. Whispers rippled through the crowd:

“Oh my God, she’s actually Princess Clara?” “No, that’s not Princess Clara’s face.” “Could she have had plastic surgery?”

Peterson swiftly ripped off the human skin mask Clara wore, revealing her true face. Clara screamed, but it was too late; everyone had seen.

Gasps of shock filled the hall.

“Oh my God, it’s really Clara!” “She wore a human skin mask and pretended to be the bride!” “I heard she’d been in love with President Augustine, but I never expected this!” “Not surprising. Her brother, Houston, is a murderer and a thief. Seems to run in the family.” “OMG! That’s insane!”

Clara, once respected, now faced universal condemnation. Two months prior, she and her brother held positions of power. Their mother was popular, her brother the heir. But Olive’s arrival from Visionary had altered everything, turning their family into objects of ridicule.

Sadie said, “Clara, your mother escaped. She abandoned you, but I believe she’ll be caught soon, and you’ll be reunited.”

Clara looked to Elvis, her supposed savior. “Elvis, save me! Pretending to be Olive was wrong, but it was because I love you. We were together last night. You were affectionate. I’m your woman!”

Despite everything, Clara clung to the belief that she was Elvis’s woman. Elvis glanced at her. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

Clara froze. He didn’t acknowledge her. Then, a beautiful voice echoed, “What are you doing here?”

Olive, her face restored, approached calmly, her bright eyes fixed on Clara.

The crowd erupted: “The bride is here! The real bride!”

Clara’s anger flared. Olive always thwarted her. Yet, she saw an opportunity. Ripping open her collar, she revealed numerous hickeys.

“Elvis, look! These are marks of your love. Have you forgotten last night? No matter what, I’m still your woman. You can’t leave me!” she pleaded. Then, addressing Olive, she said, “Please let me go. We can serve Elvis together. You’re the first lady; I’ll be the second.”