Chapter 624

Morwen's words hit Kenneth like a bomb. He froze, seemingly in shock. "How… how is this possible?"

Morwen burst into laughter. "Of course it's possible! Otherwise, how could the Double Love Poison have disappeared?" Her confidence soared. She no longer worried about Richard resisting the pill; resistance meant death. No one would choose death in such a situation.

Furthermore, Morwen considered herself Tiffany's equal, if not superior. She was confident her beauty and charm would enthrall Richard. With the Double Love Poison, she feared nothing.

She glanced at Kenneth and smiled arrogantly. "Thank you, Mr. Harper. Without you delivering this priceless treasure, I'd still be worrying about sabotaging Tiffany's wedding."

Kenneth's expression darkened. "You swore not to harm her!"

Morwen grinned slyly. "I won't lay a finger on her. I'll simply steal Richard away on her wedding day, right in front of all the guests. Wouldn't it be perfect for you to play the hero and save the damsel in distress? If you want Tiffany back, appearing at her lowest moment couldn't be more ideal, could it?"

Kenneth was silent. He couldn't deny the benefit to him. This was his only chance. If Richard succumbed to the poison, Kenneth would seize the opportunity to win Tiffany back.

After a long pause, Kenneth said, "Fine."

The deal was struck. He left Morwen's car and drove home. The late autumn night was chill, the wind rising, the roadsides strewn with brilliant golden maple leaves.

The next day was Tiffany's wedding.

Charlie and Thalia were up early. The villa, adorned with ribbons and flowers, buzzed with joyful energy. The entire family, including the servants, beamed happily. Dressed in their finest attire, Charlie and Thalia warmly greeted everyone and distributed generous gifts. Their dedication to their daughter's wedding was evident.

Tiffany's alarm was set for seven, but Thalia woke her before it went off. Groggily rubbing her eyes, Tiffany protested, "Mom, it's only six! Isn't it too early?"

"Silly girl, it's not early at all! We can't waste a moment. Now, get up, wash your face, eat something, and get dressed. Quick!" urged Thalia.

"Alright, alright…" Tiffany yawned and went to the bathroom. Feeling more awake after washing her face, she waited for the makeup artists and stylists, who arrived carrying her wedding dress. "Miss Kelley, it's time to change into your dress!"

It was a grand wedding, to be held in the villa's garden. For two hours, she was styled and dressed. By eight o'clock, they finished. Before her veil was placed, Tiffany admired herself. Her hair was styled in a gorgeous updo, her diamond earrings swaying gently.

Turning to her parents and brother, she asked, "How do I look?"

"Beautiful!" "Absolutely stunning!" "You're a goddess, Tiffany!" they responded in unison.

Radiant in her breathtaking gown, decorated with intricate lace and shimmering beading, Tiffany stood gracefully, exuding an air of captivating elegance and beauty. A fairytale vision, she was the epitome of grace and charm.

Confident in her beauty, she smiled playfully. "You all have great taste. I think so too!"

Charlie and Thalia laughed at her cheeky response. Eric added enthusiastically, "Absolutely! My sister is drop-dead gorgeous!"

Tiffany nodded. "You're the smartest."

Suddenly, honking echoed from outside. Looking out the window, Tiffany was stunned. The roads were lined with rose petals and cordoned off, leading to a long red carpet stretching far into the distance. A convoy of Rolls-Royces was approaching, drones hovering above, scattering more petals. It was a breathtaking, romantic spectacle.

Tiffany's heart raced. Then, she spotted the groom.

As if sensing her gaze, Richard looked up. His features softened, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. When their eyes met, he smiled and mouthed, "You will be my wife today."

Blushing deeply, Tiffany quickly stepped away from the window and sat on the bed, clutching her dress.

Charlie and Thalia were equally awestruck. They hadn't expected Kenneth to go to such extravagant lengths. Blocking off the street and orchestrating such an elaborate procession showed how much he treasured Tiffany. This display surpassed even their own affection for her.

Charlie, usually reluctant to approve of anyone for his daughter, felt at ease entrusting Tiffany to Richard. Thalia wept, filled with pride and happiness. She knew Richard was the right man for her daughter.

Richard strode toward the garden, his every step exuding determination and charm. He murmured, "My love, I've waited for this day for so long."