Chapter 422 Whispers Of Vengeance

A cold, resolute voice cut through the air.

This voice…

Instinctively, Cherise followed the sound and looked in its direction-

In the distance, Lennon held a video camera, capturing the unfolding scene.

“Tristan, I’ve recorded everything. There’s no escape,” Damien confronted.

Cherise was taken aback, her eyes darting between the camera in Lennon’s hands and the thundering rage on Tristan’s face. It finally dawned on her–she understood what was happening-

of the situation. His face twisted with anger, and he was overcome with sudden fury as he delivered a resounding slap across

felt the blood drain from her face, leaving her momentarily

nearby pillar. Lennon acted swiftly, extending his other hand to prevent her from crashing into

the commotion, Old Mr. Lenoir,

Cherise’s red and disheveled appearance, then looked at Tristan and understood the

voice thundered. He fiercely banged his cane, instructing Mr. Hampson, “Take him away and whip him

A cold

put away the camera with a faint smirk. “It’s Tristan’s affair with Damien’s wife,

backfire. If Damien isn’t satisfied with your punishment, will Tristan bear the lashes for nothing?”

and leveled a fierce glare at Lennon. The matters of the

stare head-on and retorted defiantly.

you’re not aware,” he began, “I’m not only the child that the Belcourt family

“Closest friend?”

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eyes stared at

undoubtedly exploited Cherise’s trust in you, lured her here, and set up this scheme, baiting Tristan into the

you think. Even if you wanted her to participate in this plan

Cherise stunned; her hands clenched silently

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