Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 763

Tom frowned slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes. “Is this incident related to him?”

Rachel wouldn’t have known about Yandel’s existence if he wasn’t involved, let alone asking such a question out of the blue.

“It’s nothing. I’m just trying to have a casual talk with you,” Rachel replied honestly, knowing she couldn’t fool her uncle, who had a keen mind. “If something really happened to you, then wouldn’t it be a perfect opportunity for him to take over your position?”

With that statement, she attributed everything to the cutthroat nature of the workplace.

It wasn’t that Rachel was intentionally hiding something, but rather, after a thorough investigation, they couldn’t find any evidence implicating Yandel.

If what Harold said was true, that Yandel was wealthy, influential, and powerful, then his subordinates would naturally be willing to act as his pawns to gain favor.

Even if they knew this incident was related to Yandel, they couldn’t find any leads.

Upon hearing this, Tom remained silent and leaned back in his seat. He stared out the window coldly as the scenery flashed by.

After some time, the car finally arrived at the police station.

After getting off the car, Rachel and Lucas went straight to Warren’s office while a staff led Tom to meet Harold.

The two of them sat facing each other. They were clearly at the same height, but they exuded different auras.

Harold had lost his usual gentle scholar demeanor. He was still wearing the white shirt from the day of the incident, but the corners had already begun to turn yellow because he didn’t change his clothes for several days.

Meanwhile, Tom sat opposite Harold. Although his suit was not meticulously ironed, it still exuded an air of nobility befitting his high position.

He looked at the handcuffs on Harold’s hands, and a faint cold smile. appeared on his lips. “On my way here, I recalled the story of the farmer and the snake, but meeting you this way leaves an even deeper

impression.”

expressionless as he lifted his

meet Tom’s.

consider that this would be your

you come here just to watch me suffer or to hear me confess?”

before slowly standing up. He took a pack of cigarettes

puff of white smoke. He then lifted his eyes to look at Tom. “I don’t regret what I’ve

had been done was done. Regretting

mocked bluntly. “It’s just a

slightly. His fingers. tightened

uncontrollably. “It was my doing, and Yannis had nothing to

had come to this point, yet Harold still obstinately defended Yannis. Tom sneered. “Harold, do you find it amusing to deceive yourself? If it weren’t for someone behind the scenes instructing her, how would she have had the ability to introduce you to Alfredo or come up with such a meticulous plan for

accusation, Harold remained silent and continued to smoke his cigarette.

in front of him, obscuring his

had high hopes for him and intended to nurture him as his successor. That was

at Harold. His voice was freezingly cold as ice, sending chills down Harold’s spine. “The Johnsons are vengeful. Since you have harmed me, don’t blame me for being merciless when I retaliate!”

eyes. The cold expression on Tom’s face made.

head to conceal his panic. “Whatever

acted shamelessly as if he did nothing

a carefree attitude! Indeed, why would anyone bother to invest even a shred of effort into a pawn that has lost its value,” Tom sneered and said pitifully and sarcastically, “There are many ways

for your career. That’s why even your parents’ remains received a generous burial. But

after Tom finished speaking, Harold crushed the still-burning cigarette between his fingers. The

teeth and growled, “I did this all alone. Come at me

he offered a final piece of advice. “Harold, if you want to be evil, be completely evil. Don’t develop

the