Chapter 263
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Chapter 263:
Gaston didn’t break stride. He lifted a hand and signaled to a man in a grey suit standing by the door — his lawyer.
“Sue me,” Gaston called back over his shoulder. “I’ll buy your law firm and fire your defense team before you can file the paperwork p>
Robert shrank back, defeated.
They stepped out into the cool night air. The rain had stopped. The city smelled clean and new.
“Did we just crash a wedding?” Jocelyn laughed, the adrenaline fading into a warm, steady glow.
Gaston opened the door of the waiting Rolls Royce and helped her in.
“We didn’t crash it,” he said. “We corrected it p>
Inside the car, silence settled for just a moment — then broke.
Laughter bubbled up from Jocelyn’s chest. It started as a giggle and bloomed into a full, stomach-clutching laugh.
“Did you see his face?” she gasped, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “When the second video played? He looked like a ghost p>
𝖢𝗁і𝗇𝖾𝗌𝘦 nо𝘷𝗲𝗹𝘴 𝘁𝘳а𝗇𝘀𝘭𝗮𝘵𝖾𝖽 оn
“I saw the blood,” Gaston said dryly, pouring two glasses of champagne from the car’s console. “He should get that stitched. It’s going to scar p>
“Good,” Jocelyn said. “Let it be a reminder p>
She checked her phone. Social media was already exploding.
#WeddingCrash. #AtticGate. #JocelynAndGaston.
“People are asking who I am,” she said, scrolling through the comments. “Some think I’m a hired actress. Some think I’m a secret princess p>
“Let’s clarify,” Gaston said, taking out his phone.
He opened Instagram. He had five million followers — mostly business analysts and people captivated by the Collins mystique. He had never once posted a personal photo.
He held the phone up.
“Look at me,” he said.
Jocelyn leaned her head against his shoulder. The diamond necklace glittered. She smiled — a real, victorious smile.
Click.
Gaston typed quickly.
Caption: Business is personal. Protecting my primary asset. The Wolfe has teeth.
He posted it without tagging her. He didn’t need to. The world would figure out who he meant.
“You didn’t tag me,” Jocelyn noted, watching her own phone light up with a continuous flood of notifications as people tagged her in screenshots of his post. “My battery is going to die p>
“Let them speculate,” he said, taking her hand and pressing his lips to her knuckles. “The right people already know the truth. You’re under my protection. No more hiding. No more rumors p>
The message was corporate in tone yet intensely personal in meaning. It drew a clear line in the sand without revealing their entire story.
“What about the other victims?” Jocelyn asked, her expression turning serious. “The other people Aspen has hurt over the years p>
“The police are taking statements. Your lawyer is setting up a private fund for anyone who wants to come forward against the Schneider estate,” Gaston said. “I’m funding it p>
“I don’t want their names leaked,” she said. “The press will eat them alive p>
“We sealed the records,” he promised. “Only Aspen gets the spotlight. The victims stay anonymous p>