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-

with anger, and he was overcome with sudden fury as he delivered a resounding slap across

blood drain from her face, leaving her momentarily

towards a nearby pillar. Lennon acted swiftly, extending his other hand to prevent her from

the commotion, Old Mr. Lenoir, supported

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

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

A cold

with a faint smirk. “It’s Tristan’s affair with Damien’s wife, so Damien

your punishment, will Tristan

fierce glare at Lennon. The matters of the Lenoir family are none

head-on and retorted

only the child that the Belcourt family adopted; I’m

“Closest friend?”

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scoffed, repeating those words. His cold eyes stared at Lennon and remarked, “I don’t see that friendship between you

oblivious,” the old man continued, his voice laced with sarcasm. “You undoubtedly exploited Cherise’s trust in you, lured her here, and set up this

you wanted her to participate

Mr. Lenoir’s words left Cherise stunned; her

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