Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire
Chapter 160: Unlucky

Chapter 160: Unlucky

Alexander cursed under his breath, anxiety building as he realized how late it was. He feared he wouldn’t make it to the party in time to stand by Rain’s side before it ended. Worse, he needed to explain those photos—images of Carla hugging him, with a link to an article that Rain had sent. Since then, her phone had been unreachable, and it gnawed at him.

"Relax, Boss. We’re landing soon," Tyron tried to calm him, but Alexander was anything but relaxed.

"Dammit... just make sure none of those photos leak! And I don’t want to see more of those absurd nonsense articles in the media!" he snapped.

Tyron scratched his head, glancing at Alexander. "There aren’t any photos online, Boss. I’m sure they were sent directly to Mrs. Lancaster only. The article was already removed, and we’re monitoring in case anything pops up."

"We’ll be there in fifteen minutes, Boss, so don’t worry!" Tyron reassured Alexander. But Alexander couldn’t relax. His mind was racing—he needed to get to Rain and explain those photos before things got worse.

Just as they neared an intersection, a kid suddenly dashed into the road. Tyron swerved to avoid the child, and the car spun out of control. They crashed into a brick wall with a jolt. The impact wasn’t severe, but it was enough to stop the car dead.

"Damn it!" Alexander cursed under his breath, feeling the weight of everything piling up. First the photos, then missing most of the time to be with Rain at the party to personally protect her, and now this. The car wasn’t going anywhere.

Tyron checked his phone and said, "Boss, the backup will be here in ten minutes, but there’s no taxi around."

"We don’t have ten minutes," Alexander growled, shrugging off his coat and removing his tie in frustration. He stepped out of the car, lifted the hood, and quickly found the issue, but it wasn’t something he could fix on the spot.

"Let’s go," he said to Tyron, his voice tense. "We’ll run if we have to."

Without waiting, Alexander started walking quickly, determination etched on his face. Nothing was going to stop him from getting to Rain—not the car, not the accident, not even time.

"Boss, how come we’re so unlucky? No cars at all at this hour for us to hitch and why does the Smith’s estate location on a hill!!!" Tyron complained. Both of them were in sweat but they were almost at the gate.

"Shut up, Tyron, and just move. Weren’t you the best in your batch in the military? Don’t tell me you’re getting rusty," Alexander teased, picking up the pace as he practically sprinted toward the gate.

"Boss, wait! I’ve been out of action for years. We’re both stuck behind desks!" Tyron grumbled, struggling to keep up with him.

At the gate, the guards hesitated, eyeing Alexander and Tyron skeptically.

"Are you sure you two are guests?" one of the guards questioned.

Tyron glanced over at Alexander, then his eyes widened in surprise. "Boss! What happened to your face? You’ve got grease all over!"

Alexander inwardly cursed, glancing down at his hands. He hadn’t noticed after checking the car. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, but it didn’t help much.

"You basically look like a beggar on the street right now!" Tyron exclaimed, trying to hold back a laugh.

"It’s fine. The others will arrive soon, and I’ll change then," Alexander replied, referring to the backup team heading to the Smith estate.

Tyron quickly explained the situation to the guards and made a call. After confirming, the guards finally let them in.

As soon as Alexander arrived at the venue, he scanned the crowd for Rain. The garden was bustling with guests, but all he wanted was to find her. When he finally spotted her standing gracefully at the far end. He smiled, relieved... and turned only to see a waiter heading straight for her, carrying a tray full of wine glasses.

A quick glance between the waiter and Dina made Alexander uneasy; he sensed trouble was brewing. Without thinking, he rushed through the crowd, determined to reach Rain before anything happened.

Just as the waiter got too close, Alexander lunged forward. He wrapped his arm around Rain’s waist and pulled her away just in time, when the tray of glasses crashed to the ground, shattering with a loud clatter.

As the guests gasped, all eyes turned to Rain and Alexander. Dina’s face twisted with anger, silently cursing the waiter she had bribed to spill wine on Rain. Her plan had failed miserably—her husband had arrived just in time to pull Rain out of harm’s way.

"I’m sorry... I’m so sorry," the flustered waiter stammered before hurrying off, likely under Dina’s command.

Dina, not one to miss an opportunity, sneered as she addressed every one, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Ah, looks like Rain’s husband finally decided to show up. Though he’s a bit late. I wonder what kept him? Maybe fixing cars on the side?" she taunted, eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Didn’t Rain inform you this event is strictly formal?" She glanced at Alexander’s appearance, his white polo shirt, hands and face were smudged with grease.

Despite his rugged look, Rain stood confidently by his side, her chin raised. The sight of Rain, proud as ever, with her handsome yet disheveled husband at her side only fueled Dina’s spite.

"See, everyone? This is Rain’s husband," Dina announced loudly, gesturing toward Alexander. "A nobody, as I’ve said all along. Judge Darwin, I believe Senior Lancaster should be informed of this mess. His son deserves better than to be tricked by my illegitimate sister."

Dina’s voice was smooth, but her words cut sharp. "I’m sure none of the Lancasters even know about this hasty marriage—what’s it been? Three weeks? Right after she rejected Michael Astor’s proposal?"

She smirked as whispers rippled through the crowd, spreading like wildfire.

"Tim Clayton’s daughter is just as shameless as her mother," one person in the crowd remarked, their voice dripping with disdain.

"No wonder she fooled a Lancaster—beauty and a body like hers? Any man would be taken in by that," another person sneered, unable to hide their contempt.