Once the ceremony concluded, it was time for the wedding toast.

Heather had changed into her wedding reception dress.

“Congratulations, Mr. Russell. You’ve finally won the heart of your beloved,” Morgan said, his voice tinged with a mix of sarcasm and sincerity. He raised his wine glass, his face clearly displaying more joy than mockery.

Dexter looked at him without anger, clinked glasses with him, and replied, “Thank you.”

Morgan gazed deeply into Heather’s eyes. “Congratulations, Ms. Olsen…” He paused for a moment. “I should be calling you Mrs. Russell now. Congratulations on achieving your wish.”

Heather maintained a composed smile, though her palms were drenched in sweat. The man before her had spoken with a beaming smile, but only she knew the malice he concealed beneath his facade.

“May you also achieve what you desire, Mr. Bastille.”

Only the two of them could discern the subtle nuances within those words.

hands pressing down on the table. He gritted his teeth as he exclaimed, “I knew it when Jo

too conspicuous, his plans too intricate, to the point that even Heather, who stood beside him at that moment,

wine glass in her hand. “Dr. Sander, did

“She only asked me

had no way

about her. She hardly

shake off, Mallory deliberately moved closer to Matthew. She whispered in

Matthew’s ears burned.

and said, “Let’s observe for

the elders had nothing but words of praise and

rose leisurely. “Dexter, it’s been many years since I

studying the man for a few seconds

Liana went missing. In the blink of an eye,

to Heather. Seeing her surprised expression, he said, “Leanne, I wouldn’t mind if Dexter forgot about me, but how

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