Chapter 982
Dexter nced deeply at the study door before turning around and heading back to Heather’s room.
The wedding was conducted in a proper manner, free from any outdated and backward traditions. He
opened the door to find Heather sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, her wedding dress elegantly
spread out around her, and diamonds sparkling on her head.
When she saw him, she blushed and said, “Dex, you’ve arrived.”
Dexter’s eyes showed no emotion as he sat across from her. “It’s not time yet. We’ll leave at ten,” he
replied.
Heather always had a shy smile on her face, her pristine fingers intertwined. Her eyes were filled with
admiration and reverence as she looked at him.
This man, who was once out of reach, would probably never have crossed paths with them if it weren’t
for an unexpected twist of fate. Yet, it was this chance to get close to him that allowed her to forgive the
injustices and poverty she had endured for over a decade.
“Dex, do you remember when we first met?” Heather asked.
Dexter furrowed his brow, absentmindedly flipping his phone between his fingers. “Arnold’s office.”
Indeed, it was back then when he sought out Arnold to help Summer, which led to their first encounter.
“What was your initial reaction when you saw me back then?” she inquired.
At that time, she had already made herself look very much like Josie. Upon seeing her, Dexter naturally
found her familiar.
“Familiar.”
“I felt the same way, Dex. I recognized you at that moment. I never thought that the boy from my youth
would be you. But you already had a wife, and I was heartbroken.”
Heather was filled with emotion. If there were no doubts, Dexter would have been moved. But at that
moment, he remained unmoved.
He nced at the sunlight outside. “You mentioned the past. It actually reminded me of something.”
“What?”
“When we were children, we buried a pot of wine under a tree during one of our yful adventures. We
made a pact to dig it up and drink it once we each got married. Now that we are about to get married,
it’s time to open that pot of wine.”
Heather was taken aback for a moment, then tentatively responded, “Indeed, I hadpletely
forgotten until you mentioned it. Send someone to dig it up. We’ll drink it tonight.”
The corner of Dexter’s mouth curved slightly, a sharp glint shing in his eyes.
He had never done such a thing with Liana.
There was a DNA report, so he had never tried to dig for information. However, the moment he did, he
found a lead.
Calmly, he stepped off the balcony to make a call.
“Look into Heather’s case through Ruby,” he said on the phone.
The sunlight fell on his face, yet it appeared incredibly gloomy. “Tell Justin that if he and his sister want
to survive, they must tell the truth.”
Throughout the time he was waiting for a response, Dexter remained standing on the balcony with the
call connected.
Heather was puzzled. She carefully got out of bed and walked to the balcony door, where she heard
Dexter’s voiceing from afar.
“Have someone take Edward to Northern Wavery. It’s secluded there. Arnold won’t be able to find him,”
Dexter said.
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Heather silently took note of it and, without making a sound, returned to her original position just as he
was about to turn around.
It was almost ten o’clock, and the servant was urging them to leave.
Dexter stepped out of the room, watching as Heather was assisted forward. Just then, his phone rang.
It was a call from Larry.
He picked up the phone immediately and said, “Go ahead.”
Larry was alwaysposed, but this time, his voice trembled as he answered, “Mr. Russell, Liana…
No… Heather’s real name is Rachel.”
Clearly, Larry was also quite shocked. “Justin is doing things for Josie. He specifically came for this
wedding.”
Dexter’s fingers trembled as he held his phone. Everything was confirmed, and his pulse was racing.
Justin snatched the phone away, raising his voice. “Dexter! Do whatever you want with me! Just tell me
where my sister is! She hasn’t contacted me for several days! What have you done to her?”