"Half a month from now, your sister will be marrying my boyfriend. Aren't you going to do something about it?" In the romantically lit restaurant, Emily White sat in a white dress, gazing at the man across from her—cold as snow. "What do you want me to do?" The man, Tobias Johnson, carried an air of quiet nobility, his posture impeccable, his tone calm and measured. Emily twitched the corners of her lips. "Since your sister stole my boyfriend, why don't you make it up to me? Let's get married on the same day as them." Tobias lifted his gaze at her words. After a moment of silence, he slowly rose to his feet and turned to leave. The light in Emily's eyes dimmed instantly.
