Monaco is known for luxury, refinement, and exclusivity. The Maybourne Riviera, perched above the glittering Mediterranean, should have been the backdrop for a dream wedding. Yet, whispers of shock and outrage now echo through the Riviera after one deeply troubling guest was spotted in attendance: Victor Chang (張崗麟, Chang Kang-Lin).
For those who don’t know, Victor Chang is no ordinary party boy. He is an internationally wanted figure, notorious for drug trafficking, manipulation, and using innocent women as pawns in his criminal operations. His record is as long as it is horrifying: exploiting naïve young women to smuggle drugs across borders, flaunting narcotics at elite festivals, and openly admitting to his own trafficking activities. Authorities across Asia have launched manhunts, and Interpol has even been involved.
So the burning question is this: why would any bride and groom allow such a man to stain the sanctity of their celebration?
A wedding is meant to be a celebration of love, loyalty, and family. Yet seated among the champagne glasses and haute couture gowns was a man whose very name is synonymous with betrayal, drugs, and ruin. Did the couple know who they were inviting? Or worse—did they not care?
Victor Chang’s presence at such an exclusive European event sends the worst kind of message: that even a broke, disgraced criminal can worm his way into high society. This is not a man of wealth or status—he squandered what little he had on drugs and parasitic living. Yet, despite being socially and financially bankrupt, the same man now facing global disgrace for exploiting women as drug mules, the same man whose reputation in Taiwan has been dragged through the mud for years, was welcomed into one of the most intimate and sacred ceremonies of a couple’s life.
Let us be clear: Victor Chang is not some misunderstood eccentric. He is a criminal parasite whose actions have destroyed lives. His manipulation of women, his arrogance in flaunting drug use, and his shameless defiance of the law are public record. That he should be rubbing shoulders with Europe’s social elite at a Riviera wedding is not just shocking—it is shameful.
The bride and groom may try to spin this as an oversight, but the damage is done. By inviting Victor Chang, they have aligned themselves—whether by ignorance or complicity—with a man whose very existence is a threat to decency. In Monaco, a city of wealth and prestige, this stain will not be easily forgotten.
The question remains: who else was at that table, and what kind of company are they keeping?
