Chapter 984: Chapter 990

Meanwhile, Heather had been waiting for a long time to go on stage. Several times, she had urged the attendant to go and check.

“Ms. Olsen, I’m afraid we might have to wait a bit longer,” the attendant said.

“Why?”

“The ceremony is not over yet.”

“But we’re behind schedule. Where is my mother?” Heather exclaimed, about to leave, but was stopped by the attendant.

“Ms. Olsen, please reconsider. You’re the bride today. It’s not appropriate for you to go out at this time.”

Indeed, she was the bride, already dressed in a pristine white wedding gown. The hem of her flowing skirt was adorned with tiny diamonds, shimmering with every step she took.

Left with no other choice, Heather had to calm herself down. She sat in front of the mirror, studying her own features.

“Get Mr. Russell to come in. I need to talk to him.”

The attendant left.

On that day, she had deliberately chosen a distinct makeup style. She didn’t mirror Josie as closely.

Instead, she bore a closer resemblance to her true self, Rachel.

She wanted to be herself for just one day.

Meanwhile, outside the hotel, a tall man accompanied by a doctor in a white coat carrying a case was stopped by a bodyguard.

“I’m sorry, but you cannot enter without an invitation.”

The sun was at its zenith, and the man looked anxious, his forehead covered in a sheen of fine sweat.

“We have urgent matters to attend to. You must let us in!”

Matthew was fraught with anxiety, as the commotion inside indicated that the wedding must have already begun.

However, Josie did not send them the invitation as promised at the agreed time.

Matthew was very worried. Where is she?

“I’m truly sorry. Please don’t put us in a difficult position!” the bodyguard said, strictly adhering to his duties.

Matthew glanced at the doctor beside him, who didn’t understand Clusian, and told him to wait a moment. Just then, a car sped up, and a chic woman got out from the back seat. She held a file in her hand, her objective clear.

Matthew was taken aback by her decisive and swift actions. The latter was also scrutinizing them and seemed to have understood something.

“You want to go in?”

Matthew had no other options and simply nodded.

Mallory hadn’t planned to come today, but upon thinking of the information Calvin had asked her to investigate, she decided to show up after all.

“Is he… a plastic surgeon?” Mallory asked.

Swiftly, a gleam of light sparked in Matthew’s eyes as he firmly grasped Mallory’s hand. “So, you’re one of us!”

Mallory couldn’t help but laugh. She pulled out the invitation and handed it to the bodyguard. “They are with me.”

After the bodyguard finished checking, he let them in.

“I’m not sure what the plan you discussed with Josie was, but there’s been an unexpected development. She’s gone missing. I’m afraid your plan can’t proceed as usual,” Mallory said in a low voice as she walked briskly.

“Jo is missing!” Matthew was shocked. “Then how do we—”

“Let’s see how things go.”

Matthew’s brows furrowed in concern. Josie had approached him, requesting that he leverage his connections in the medical community to investigate a specific individual, and once located, to personally escort that person back.

He had put in a great deal of effort, and after much difficulty, he had finally returned to the country, only to discover that she was nowhere to be found.

Entering the wedding venue through a side door, Mallory immediately caught sight of a familiar figure as she looked up.

Calvin was standing on the stage, delivering a speech. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and his serious demeanor reminded Mallory of their school days.

Her lips quirked up.

Calvin had noticed her too, and he raised an eyebrow in response.

Mallory led Matthew to a seat, then provocatively raised her wine glass in a gesture toward the man on stage.

She mouthed the words, “Mr. Barrett, it’s been a long time.”