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Chapter 270: The Honeymoon Paradise
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The golden morning sun shone warmly over the private upper terrace of Vance Manor.

The lively cheers and grand orchestral music from the wedding reception still echoed softly from the lower floating pavilions, where high-realm delegates, academy scholars, and Earth executives were happily celebrating into the afternoon.

Ethan and Amelia stood near the edge of the white-jade terrace.

Amelia had changed out of her heavy star-silk wedding gown into a light, breezy white sundress that flutter
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