Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 6: ruined his wedding

Under the snow-white beam, a bright and stunning face appeared in front of everyone.

She wore a long retro dress and a brown wig, cleverly blocking the scar on her left face. Her right face was painted with retro makeup. Her red lips were delicate and charming, and she smiled brightly, just like the cover lady of the old Hong Kong period. She smiled, was stunning and moving, and was gorgeous and blurred.

People who wanted to see her joke froze, and even Carl's eyes fell on her impartially.

But she just looked down on him lightly, and her eyes were as cool as looking at a stranger.

His heart trembled violently.

Feeling Carl's eyes, Stella gave Grace a hard look and ordered the host to hand her the microphone.

Sweet melody rang in my ear, but Grace smiled charmingly and suddenly rushed forward to turn off the power of the rolling large screen.

The scene immediately darkened. Grace cleared his throat and said in a hoarse and ugly voice: "I disappoint everyone. Now Grace's throat is destroyed and he can't sing, but I can tell you a story about how Stella killed Caleb."

At the drop of his voice, the big screen scrolled out the video of Stella meeting Caleb five years ago, giving her photo to Caleb and inducing Caleb to commit suicide.

This video was obtained by Grace with great effort. She has been waiting for today for a long time.

The scene immediately became a mess, and all kinds of abuse and blame kept coming.

But this time, they all scolded Stella.

Well, very well, she suffered five years ago, and now she wants Stella to taste it!

Grace stood in the aperture, smiling, looking up at Carl and sneering, "Carl, do you see? Stella is the real murderer who killed Caleb. What you want to marry is your real enemy!"

She thought Carl would be hysterical and would rush over to grab her by the neck and kill her, but he actually stood there calmly, allowing her to mess up the scene and let her ruin the wedding.

Grace got a big fright. His deep eyes were like thick fog. She could not see through...

"Grace, you bitch! How dare you frame me!" Stella couldn't help it. Suddenly, she rushed to Grace like crazy, pulled off the wig on her head, raised her bouquet of flowers and smashed it hard in her face.

The thorn of the rose cut her face and it was bloody.

She gave a sneer, grabbed Stella's hand and grinted coldly, "My good sister, you should be rational. If you continue like this, you will become Romantic city's new poison woman."

With a loud roar, Stella looked at the guest pointing at her with a full face of horror, shook his head hurriedly, and tears fell down.

Grace smiled triumphantly. The next second, Carl suddenly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold Stella in his arms.

He is like a lofty mountain, blocking all reviling for her.

She thought that the long years had made her heart thick and indestructible enough, but she saw with her own eyes that he had protected her. Her heart, which was riddled with holes, was still suffering from severe pain.

Carl, I am the woman who has loved you for five years, and I am the one who has been wronged.

Why did you treat me so hard five years ago, but now you are so tolerant of Stella?

It was she who really killed Caleb, wasn't she?

Grace watched Carl escort Stella away with her own eyes. Before she could feel sad, she saw two bodyguards dressed in black rush forward and drag her out of the hall.

She tried to escape, but was hit hard on the back of the head and fainted.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself locked up in a dark and damp underground wine cellar.

She got up from the ground trembling all over, but her back hit a wine rack and fell all over the floor of glass debris.

Her calf was hurt by the glass, but she couldn't take care of it. She was very scared and had to leave here.

She rushed frantically towards the door with a glimmer of light, shouting desperately for help, but the wooden door was locked.

She could only knock on the wooden door vigorously and use her fingernails to crack the door. Finally, her fingernails broke and blood rubbed all over the wall.

She slumped feebly on the ground, cold and hungry.

It seems that she still angered Carl.

She didn't even know how long she had been locked up. When she heard the door open, she was already weak.

A bruiser came at her, crushed her to the ground and tore her clothes to pieces!