CHAPTER 767: CHAPTER 767: ELEANOR STERLING DIED FORCIBLY DETOXIFYING HERSELF

The wedding banquet proceeded in an orderly manner, and Ronan Keating, Estelle Sterling, and Caleb Faulkner returned to the hall.

Estelle Sterling and Caleb Faulkner, who had previously looked exhausted, now seemed energized, their eyes gleaming.

They were ready at any moment to follow Eleanor Sterling’s instructions, always on standby.

Giselle Keating indulged in the glory for half the day, feeling infinite satisfaction in her heart, subtly curling her lips.

No matter that Eleanor Sterling is a daughter of The Keating Family; all this belongs to her now. She even snatched away her man.

Right now, Eleanor Sterling should be somewhere feeling heartbroken. If only she could witness the scene of her and Alaric Faulkner getting married, that would be perfect.

That would definitely infuriate her to death.

Giselle Keating walked toward Alaric Faulkner, stepping on high heels and lifting her skirt, "Alaric, all the guests are here. We need to start the speeches."

At that moment, Alaric Faulkner’s phone chimed with a notification sound.

He took it out and looked at it.

The next second, Alaric Faulkner, who had been expressionless, suddenly looked as if covered in frost, gloomily threatening like an impending storm.

He gritted his teeth and immediately dialed a phone number.

The call showed no answer, but Alaric Faulkner kept dialing, over and over again.

He had just received a message from Franklin Faulkner, who said only a few words.

[Eleanor Sterling forcibly detoxified herself and has already died.]

Giselle Keating was puzzled about why Alaric Faulkner’s face suddenly changed; a vague bad feeling rose in her heart.

Last time, during Ronan Keating’s wedding, an incident occurred, so Giselle Keating arranged everything meticulously this time; all reporters had been vetted, prohibiting strangers from entering.

Even all guest identities were thoroughly investigated, ensuring no one could infiltrate.

Unexpectedly, despite such attention to detail, their wedding was interrupted. Alaric Faulkner seemed so panicked; could it be related to Eleanor Sterling?

Alaric Faulkner couldn’t get through to Aethelgard over the phone, and he was already on the verge of losing control.

He turned around, intending to leave, but Giselle Keating immediately grabbed his hand, "Alaric, where are you going? Our wedding banquet is about to start."

"Let go."

Alaric Faulkner looked coldly at her hand gripping him; he urgently needed to confirm Eleanor Sterling’s safety.

While the two were pulling at each other, the hall’s door suddenly slammed open, and a tall figure walked in.

Everyone turned to look.

Franklin Faulkner, looking sharp in a suit, seemed like a guest attending the banquet. He walked leisurely and stopped in front of Alaric Faulkner.

Alaric Faulkner’s face darkened, gritting his teeth, "What do you mean by your message?"

Upon hearing Alaric Faulkner’s questioning, Franklin Faulkner smirked coldly and slowly said, "Just what the words imply. You have the Heart-connecting Worm inside you. Why did you cough up blood yesterday? Don’t you know?"

Upon hearing this, Alaric Faulkner’s eyes darkened and his eyes gradually turned red.

He already had a vague premonition that something was wrong, and now it had indeed turned out to be a real problem.

Franklin Faulkner laughed aloud, "Alaric Faulkner, you’ve been intent on obtaining the antidote, only to labor in vain. Aren’t you feeling aggrieved now that you’ve ended up empty-handed?"

Giselle Keating looked at Franklin Faulkner, who appeared suddenly. Isn’t he supposed to be helping her? Why is he here disrupting her wedding?

She voiced her doubts.

Franklin Faulkner glanced at her disdainfully and sneered coldly, "I’ve never been anyone’s ally; you’re merely a pawn in my game."