Dexter had been awake for two consecutive days and nights. Even the skillfully applied makeup by a top-tier artist couldn’t conceal the dark circles under his eyes.
Leaning against the wall, he listened casually to Larry’s report, pressing his fingers against his temples, completely exhausted.
“Has Josie been found yet?”
“Our team at Olsen Residence is still searching, but Mark has disappeared. We’re not sure if there’s any connection.”
Dexter opened his eyes.
Not far away, Mallory glanced at the man in the corner receiving a report, then at the sweet wedding video playing. He couldn’t help but mutter, “B*stard.”
Meanwhile, Josie felt relieved as the wedding had finally concluded without any unexpected incidents. Her worried and hopeful heart finally calmed down.
I should never have had any expectations.
“Mr. Olsen, it’s about time. Whether you want to kill me or let me go, please hurry up.” Josie’s gaze fell on her injured wrists. “It hurts too much….
Her voice was soft, yet it reached the depths of Mark’s heart.
Furrowing his brows, he took out his phone from his pocket, about to notify someone to come in. Just then, the background music on the television abruptly changed, shifting from soothing to intense. The accompanying visuals also underwent a dramatic transformation.
Everyone turned to look simultaneously. Suddenly, Heather’s solo photos began to play on the big screen.
She sat in the café, sketching in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and attended banquets with Claudia and Mark in a respectful and intimate manner. She embodied the essence of a sophisticated lady.
Heather stood frozen in place. She had no idea who had taken these photos, and they weren’t included in the wedding video she had prepared.
What’s happening?
The photos were displayed at an impressive speed. Once the images showcasing her socialite lifestyle concluded, a significant picture emerged. It showed her standing beside Arnold in a flashy dress. This photo represented the pinnacle of her attempts to win favor.
Next came candid photos from her university days, her face radiating youth, her smile brimming with joy. Following those were pictures from her high school years.
Whispers filled the room as everyone present began murmuring among themselves. It was clear that she had undergone extensive plastic surgery, and the transformation was too drastic.
Taken aback, Heather stepped back, the glass in her hand slipping to the ground. What’s happening? How did this happen?
In contrast to Mark’s confusion in front of the screen, Josie immediately stood up, her heart filled with excitement. The music video she had prepared in advance was being played. Did my plan succeed?
The media on the scene were the first to react. They quickly realized that a significant story was unfolding before them. Without wasting a moment, they focused their cameras on the screen and began broadcasting live across the entire network.
The photo slideshow hadn’t ended yet, tracing all the way back to Heather’s middle school, elementary school, and even kindergarten days. Those who were aware could discern that her childhood photos were completely different from those of the missing Liana.
After the photo slideshow, various examination certificates of Heather from her childhood to adulthood were displayed. The name written on all of them, without exception, was Rachel Strauss.
Claudia’s heart almost stopped beating on the spot. She realized that the truth was about to be revealed.
Following the display of examination certificates, the music escalated as it started showing clips of Heather frequenting a plastic surgery hospital in Japrium.
Matthew suddenly rose to his feet, realizing that the plan was in motion and recognizing his own role in it.
