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-

too, realized the seriousness of the situation. His face twisted with anger, and he was overcome with sudden fury as he delivered a resounding slap across Cherise’s face. “You

the blood drain from her face, leaving her momentarily

towards a nearby pillar. Lennon acted swiftly, extending his

commotion, Old Mr. Lenoir, supported by Mr. Hampson,

and disheveled appearance, then looked

cane, instructing Mr.

A cold

faint smirk. “It’s Tristan’s affair with

your punishment,

Mr. Lenoir snorted and leveled a fierce glare at Lennon. The

head-on and retorted defiantly.

not only the

“Closest friend?”

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cold eyes stared at Lennon and

Cherise’s

if you wanted her to participate

Cherise stunned; her hands clenched

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