That Day When I Got Married to My Boss at the Blind Date

Chapter 996

Many others at the scene had also stood up.

Heather glanced around frantically and lunged forward. “Stop! Stop the video!”

However, the person controlling the screen was no longer the one she had arranged. She rushed over, only to see a tall, thin man standing there. He was wearing a baseball cap and gave her a meaningful glance.

Heather wanted to step forward and confront him. “Who are you? What is your purpose?”

Justin pushed her, causing her to fall to the ground. With that, her heart sank heavily.

Her response was incredibly quick. While searching the room for Dexter, she simultaneously blocked the crowd’s view of the screen. “Stop watching! Everyone, stop watching! These are not true!”

Dexter was nowhere to be seen, and the guests did not listen to her.

The video continued to play, showcasing a comparison of her photos before and after plastic surgery. Each alteration was clearly visible.

In the corner, Summer witnessed this scene. She promptly returned to her original spot, unusually clear-headed. It’s all over. Heather can no longer hide it!

Morgan’s face was pale, and he tightened his grip around the lockbox in his hand. He was lost in his own thoughts.

At this point, everyone present, even those watching the live stream online, was in an uproar.

Netizen A: What does this mean? Is Heather not the real Liana? Did she have plastic surgery?

Netizen B: Indeed… She doesn’t resemble Ms. Olsen from the Olsen family before her plastic surgery.

Netizen C: That’s outrageous. How was her DNA test approved?

No one had time to contemplate how the wedding had become so chaotic. They could only speculate about who Heather truly was.

In the abandoned factory, Mark also stood up. He was a little unsteady on his feet, his lips pale as he watched everything unfold.

On the screen, Heather stumbled onto the stage, snatching the microphone from the stunned host’s hand. “It’s all fabricated. These are rumors. Don’t believe them!”

Her hairstyle was messy, with her hair cascading freely around her. She appeared flustered as she cast an angry look at the crowd.

The video had paused, and an eerie silence had fallen upon the scene. Only the barrage of comments from the live media broadcast continued to flood the screen relentlessly. The number of online viewers had already surpassed a hundred thousand.

The events of that day were trending on various social media platforms.

The person Dexter married was not the daughter of the Olsen family. There was a high possibility that she was an imposter. What could be more significant than this?

Suddenly, someone at the scene spoke up. “How do you explain that photo?”

Heather immediately retorted, “It’s edited!”

“What about the name Rachel Strauss?”

“That’s not me!” Heather’s throat was dry, and she mustered all her strength to say, “I don’t know who played a prank at my wedding, but I hope everyone can see the truth. It’s ridiculous. How could I be an

imposter? DNA doesn’t lie!”

She was reluctant to accept that the happiness within her reach was about to slip away, nor was she willing to accept that all her efforts had been in vain.

Yet, fear had clouded her mind. She failed to realize that if her past photos and information could be unearthed, it implied that ample evidence had already been gathered.

Once again, an eerie silence fell over the crowd. Then, a voice rang out. “I can confirm that the video is true!” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Heather looked over sharply.

It was Matthew. He led a doctor dressed in a white coat onto the stage and faced Heather. “Ms. Strauss, he looks familiar, doesn’t he? You guys meet again!”

Heather took two steps back. Who is he? How did he find the doctor who performed my plastic surgery…

“Ms. Strauss, we meet again,” the doctor said politely.