Chapter 244: The Original Weapon Blueprint is Lost

Their voices echoed through the hall, touching the hearts of everyone present. When Dennis kissed Claire passionately, the room erupted in applause and cheers.

The applause was deafening, and the wedding concluded perfectly with everyone's witness.

Qiana stepped onto the stage to give a speech, thanking all the guests for their presence and blessings, and offering her best wishes to Claire and Dennis.

Dennis spoke tenderly about how he met Claire, got to know her, fell in love, and even fell in love with her again after losing his memory.

Listening to Dennis, Claire's eyes filled with tears, her heart brimming with emotion and happiness.

Dennis held Claire tightly, gently soothing her emotions.

After the wedding, the guests moved to the banquet hall.

In a nearby lounge, Zachary approached Dennis to congratulate him and say goodbye.

"Hey man, congrats! I might not make it to your wedding back home, but if I'm still around, I'll be there for sure," Zachary said with a grin.

"Thanks, Zach. It means a lot," Dennis replied, giving him a firm handshake.

After exchanging farewells with Dennis, Zachary left the venue.

Claire changed out of her wedding dress and into an evening gown.

Qiana personally helped her adjust the hem, her face beaming with a constant smile.

Qiana took out a delicate box from her pocket and handed it to Claire, saying, "This is the Gonzalez family heirloom. It's now yours to keep."

Claire opened the box to find a green necklace, the very heirloom she almost lost last time.

She looked up at Qiana in surprise, and Qiana nodded with a smile, saying, "This pendant represents the Gonzalez family legacy. I hope you pass it on to your descendants."

Claire carefully put away the heirloom, her heart filled with gratitude.

Qiana felt that the heirloom had found its new owner, a destined connection.

Dennis was waiting on the couch, and when he saw the necklace around Claire's neck, a smile tugged at his lips.

Both Claire and Dennis believed the heirloom had a special significance, as it brought them together.

The banquet lasted until the evening, with guests retiring to their rooms.

The Gonzalez family was filled with joy and laughter that day.

Meanwhile, in prison, Hayden was filled with regret, his life in ruins.

Ivy, alone, felt the distant celebration and fireworks, her heart aching.

She decided to beg Qiana to spare her parents, willing to abandon her pride to save them.

The next afternoon, Dennis and Claire had just seen off Raymond and Melinda at the airport.

Dennis held Claire's hand, his eyes shining with tenderness.

He leaned down and whispered, "Claire, let's go to a nearby island for a week and relax."

Claire's eyes lit up, and she nodded, a happy smile spreading across her face.

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Qiana was busy at home, planning to move part of the family business back home and settle permanently.

She felt a mix of emotions about this decision.

The family had been abroad for nearly two hundred years, through many changes, and now they were finally returning home. She thought about being buried next to her husband and felt a warm surge in her heart.

In the evening, Claire accompanied Qiana on a slow walk through the garden, the scent of flowers filling the air.

Just then, a servant hurried over, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.

"Mrs. Gonzalez, Ivy is at the gate asking to see you," the servant said, out of breath.

Qiana frowned, a flash of displeasure crossing her face.

"Tell her I'm not here," Qiana waved her hand dismissively.

But Ivy wasn't giving up. She knelt outside the Murphy Villa gate, her face streaked with tears, looking pitiful. Her heart was filled with resentment and desperation. She knew this was humiliating, but she had no other choice.

Seeing this, Claire felt a mix of emotions. She didn't like Ivy, but she couldn't bear to see her kneeling outside.

"Grandma, maybe I should go see her?" Claire suggested softly.

Qiana looked at Claire, a hint of approval in her eyes. She nodded, "Alright."

Claire went to the gate. She saw Ivy kneeling, clutching the gate, tears streaming down her face. When Ivy saw Claire, a mix of shame and resentment flashed across her face. "Ivy, what are you doing?" Claire asked coldly.

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Ivy suddenly threw herself at Claire's feet, crying, "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to take Dennis from you. But now my family is ruined. Are you satisfied?"

Qiana came out, furious at Ivy's words. "Ivy, your family brought this on themselves! You have no one else to blame."

Ivy was stung by Qiana's words and looked at Claire with hatred. "Claire, it's all because of you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation!" she screamed.

Qiana was even angrier, pointing at Ivy, "Ivy, wake up! Look in the mirror! The Gonzalez family is lucky not to have married you! Who knows what would have happened! Leave now and never come back!"

Ivy looked at Qiana and Claire in despair, knowing she had no hope left. She stood up slowly, leaving the Gonzalez Villa in a daze. But her heart was still filled with resentment and unwillingness. She couldn't understand why she lost to Claire, a woman she once looked down on.

Qiana watched Ivy leave and sighed deeply. "Claire, remember, some people don't deserve sympathy or forgiveness," she said earnestly.

Claire nodded, understanding Qiana's meaning. She knew her feud with Ivy was over. She looked up at the starry sky, feeling a wave of emotion.

The next day, they took a private plane to the island for their honeymoon. Upon arrival, Dennis wrapped his arm around Claire's shoulder, "Claire, you can do whatever you want here. I'm all yours."

Claire smiled, stood on tiptoe, and quickly kissed Dennis on the cheek. Dennis, excited, scooped Claire up and headed to their room, eager to do what he wanted.

At the international airport, a plane had just landed. A young woman, dressed provocatively, emerged from the restroom. She looked around warily, talking on a Bluetooth headset, confirming the transaction item was with her. She emphasized that the deal had to succeed.

A distracted girl bumped into her, causing her bag to fall and its contents to scatter, attracting the attention of the police. In the chaos, the woman grabbed a lipstick tightly, ignoring the girl's apology.

The girl picked up her things and was about to leave when a little girl called out to her. "Miss, you dropped your lipstick."

The girl realized she had left a lipstick under the chair. The woman got into a black SUV outside the airport. She handed the lipstick to a man in his forties with a tattooed arm. "Open it," the man said, marveling, "Just the design is worth fifty million dollars." He opened the package and gasped. "Fuck, it's a lipstick, not a USB drive."