Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 176: James and Jennifer's Marriage Ceremony

The news of James and Jennifer's wedding had already gone viral across the internet. Although it didn’t ripple

globally, it had certainly reached every corner of the local upper circles. While the Whitmore family remained a

second-rate namong Manchester's elite, the Clifford family was undeniably part of the first tier.

Because the wedding had been arranged shortly after William Whitmore’s removal from EverBuild, it remained

under the radar until now. At Eleanor’s request, the company had yet to publish any official announcement

regarding the leadership change. The shareholders, now aware of this insider shift, were increasingly alert...

watching the company’s rising stock price with hungry anticipation.

The venue was none other than Hotel Hyatt’s largest convention hall. The prograhad been finalised in

advance, with the schedule printed on each guest's invitation. Attendees were strictly instructed to bring their

invitation cards for entry.

William spared no expense in ensuring his daughter's marriage was as grand as possible. Having sold his shares

of the company, he now had ample funds to spare. He believed that this union between the Whitmore and

Clifford families would eventually repay him manifold.

That evening, most of the city’s upper echelon began gathering at the Hyatt... though sof the most

prominent families were absent, as William could not reach them in his status. Still, even those who declined the

invite often sent a representative from the second generation.

It was common knowledge that wealthy families encouraged their heirs to form alliances through marriage. Love

had little space in such unions. Wives remained at hwhile lovers existed freely outside. Only a rare few

valued love above wealth... and they could be counted on one hand.

Events like this were a hunting ground for the second generation of the elite. Many sought potential partners,

evaluating them through a lens not of affection, but of advantage.

The unspoken rule, however, still held strong: marry equal or higher. Status cfirst, looks second. What value

were beauty and charm without power or profit? In the end, money was god.

At 7PM, both James and Jennifer were ready. But for the moment, they waited inside the presidential suites

booked especially for them. Guests were still arriving, and a few important names had yet to appear.

Earlier that day, they had already officially registered their marriage... the ceremony now just a formality.

James wore a sharp white suit that highlighted his tanned skin and athletic build. He was in high spirits, laughing

and gossiping with his friends.

Jennifer wore a custom Vivienne Westwood wedding gown... commissioned specially for the event. William had

paid a small fortune for it. With her make-up perfected by a professional team, she looked ethereal... elegant,

radiant, and graceful. Several of her friends were in the suite, acting as bridesmaids and showering her with

praise.

Downstairs, William and Jeanne stood at the entrance, personally receiving each guest.

The hall was quickly filling with an eclectic mix of business magnates, entertainers, political aides, and wealthy

heirs... all mingling with practiced poise, seeking connections and advantage.

Ssingle men and women were already striking up conversations with their targets, navigating the social

waters carefully.

Throughout the grand hall, voices murmured with gossip:

"Look, that’s Ross Taylor. His father is a senior official in government, and his mother is from the Norwood

family."

"Is he important? | saw sof the wealthy girls checking him out."

"Very important. The Norwoods were a second-rate family until his father’s influence boosted their position."

"That's Dan Martin. Thirty-one this year. | heard he just broke up with his girlfriend. He runs a company worth

over a billion. He's technically single, you know."

"A good catch. But it will be hard to get. Look at the annoying Norman sisters around him."

"There's Robin Greystone. Thirty-five years old. He is dating a middle-class girl, but his family doesn’t approve.

He also doesn’t marry others."

"Poor girl. No way the Greystones will allow that marriage."

"That's Miss Thompson, just back from the US a few months ago. She's now a director at her family firm."

"Don’t get excited. She’s a lesbian."

"Tsk. A loss to mankind. Just look at those curves."

"You pervert. Look at Young Master Davis. He never stares at any woman's bosom, always composed. Everyone

knows him as a true gentleman."

"Blah blah. Don’t sha man for admiring protruding mountains when they're in front of him."

Amid the murmuring and flirtations, business conversations hummed just as fiercely:

"Mr Holland, what a pleasure. | was just thinking of visiting you next week. My firm applied for the stadium

reconstruction contract. | believe yours did too. If you let us have the contract, | will be grateful to you."

"I've heard of your financial struggles. What's in it forif | back off?"

"Remember my villa near the airport... you visited last year? It'll be yours on your next birthday as a present

from me."

"Not enough. Add a favour to that."

"Done. Thank you."

Deals were made behind champagne glasses and veiled smiles. This wasn’t just a wedding... it was a

marketplace of privilege, power, and quiet promises.

At that moment, a sudden commotion stirred near the entrance. All eyes turned in that direction. The groom had

arrived.

James Clifford was visibly basking in the attention. This was, without question, the moment of his life. From the

very gates of the venue, he began greeting and exchanging words with several key figures of Manchester's

upper circles... people who ordinarily would never give him so much as a private appointment.

Though James hailed from the prestigious Clifford family, and was well-regarded socially, he remained part of the

second generation. The real authority in the family rested with his uncle, and among his peers, it was his elder

brothers who had long held the spotlight.

Only recently had James gained smeasure of influence... largely due to his association with the Chen family,

particularly Benjamin Chen, the celebrated CEO of Chen IT.

Benjamin was present today as James's best man, but he remained tactfully in the background. He knew how to

read a room. Instead of drawing attention to himself, he redirected praise and conversation toward James,

ensuring his friend enjoyed the spotlight on this pivotal day.

Alongside them trailed their usual circle of young masters... all well-groomed, well-dressed, and visibly content

to help give James a flawless wedding celebration.

Slowly, the group made their way towards the stage, exchanging pleasantries as they passed through clusters of

guests. Many who had not yet had a chance to speak with James hurried to greet him near the stairs, eager to be

seen and remembered.

A few minutes later, another wave of murmuring rippled through the hall... this tmore hushed, more

reverent.

Nicholas Clifford, the patriarch of the Clifford family, had arrived.

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Behind them walked Jonathon Clifford, the current head of the family, along with his son Jacob, and several other

core family members.

The crowd parted with instinctive respect as the Clifford family entered. Heads bowed in greeting, and whispered

conversations paused momentarily. Very few in the hall could match the power or wealth that the Clifford name

carried.

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Then, Nicholas, Phoebe, and James stepped up onto the stage.

Just as they did, the bride made her entrance.

Jennifer Whitmore entered arm-in-arm with William and Jeanne, flanked by her beautiful bridesmaids. All heads

turned again... this twith genuine admiration.

Jennifer, in her flowing Vivienne Westwood gown, looked utterly ethereal. The expert hands of the stylists had

elevated her beauty to its peak. Even her harshest critics would have to admit that tonight, she was

breathtaking.

As the group approached the stage, they moved at a stately pace. Most of the guests had already greeted

William earlier, so the path was clear.

When they reached the steps, James stepped forward and took Jennifer's hand, guiding her up the stairs like a

perfect gentleman.

This graceful gesture caught the attention of the crowd. A quiet ripple of approval followed.

"Look at him. He is so gentle with her."

"Such a refined young man. | want my man like this."

"The Clifford family really raised him well."

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Below the stage, however, Jacob Clifford watched with a restrained scowl. He muttered under his breath, irritated

at the naivety of the onlookers. He knew exactly how many women James had entertained over the years.

Just as he was about to mutter louder, his father Jonathon firmly gripped his arm and gave him a warning look.

Jacob clenched his jaw and said no more.