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-

he was overcome with sudden fury as he delivered a resounding slap across Cherise’s face.

felt the blood drain from her face,

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

Lenoir, supported by

quickly assessed Cherise’s red and disheveled appearance, then looked at Tristan and

Old Mr. Lenoir’s voice thundered. He fiercely banged his cane, instructing

A cold

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

satisfied with your punishment, will Tristan bear

leveled a fierce glare at Lennon. The matters

head-on and retorted defiantly. “Well, here I

“Old man, perhaps you’re not aware,” he began, “I’m not only the child that the Belcourt family adopted; I’m also Damien’s business partner

“Closest friend?”

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Mr. Lenoir scoffed, repeating those words. His cold eyes stared at Lennon

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

than you think. Even if you wanted her to participate in this plan of yours, she might not have

left Cherise stunned; her

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