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-

Tristan, 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 betrayed me!” He bellowed.

She felt the blood drain from her face, leaving her momentarily paralyzed.

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

Mr. Lenoir,

appearance, then looked at Tristan and understood the situation.

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

A cold

a faint smirk. “It’s Tristan’s

backfire. If Damien isn’t satisfied with your punishment, will Tristan bear the

at Lennon. The matters of the Lenoir

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

began, “I’m not only the child that the Belcourt family adopted;

“Closest friend?”

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

laced with sarcasm. “You undoubtedly exploited Cherise’s trust in you, lured her here, and set up this

to participate in this plan of yours, she might not have agreed.”

Lenoir’s words left Cherise stunned; her hands

swelled, and tears glistened in her eyes. She hadn’t expected… Old Mr.

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