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I chuckled and walked up to him. He had some nerve to walk up to my wedding party and make such a statement. I was enraged by that. He was trying to ruin my party, and I wasn't going to let him do such. Today was too good to be wrecked. He smiled as I approached him. Did he want this? He was definitely a distraction.

"What do you want, Maxwell?" I asked, folding my hands across my chest.

"I want your head on a platter," he replied.

I chuckled slowly. It was then I realized that he wasn't that serious. I thought he would be a very gruesome villain, but from his statement, I had every right to underestimate him. Even people behind us were laughing at him. My head couldn't be chopped off or removed because I was immortal. The only weapon that could kill me had been rendered inv

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