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.

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

intricate, to the point that even Heather,

the wine glass in her hand. “Dr. Sander, did Josie inform you of the reason for bringing the plastic surgeon

only asked me to do this. She didn’t tell

Josie had disappeared, he had no way

I’m genuinely concerned about her. She hardly

couldn’t shake off, Mallory deliberately moved closer to Matthew. She whispered in his ear, “I don’t

Matthew’s ears burned.

her proper position and said,

had nothing but words of praise and

“Dexter, it’s been many years since I last saw

furrowed his brows slightly, studying the man for a few seconds

after Liana went missing. In the blink of

Heather. Seeing her surprised expression, he said, “Leanne, I wouldn’t mind if Dexter forgot about me, but how could you also not remember?

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