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.”

as he

meet Tom’s.

consider that this would be your fate when you

suffer or to hear me confess?” Harold let out a soft sigh. “Do you have a

met his gaze and pondered for a moment before slowly standing up. He took a pack of cigarettes from his

smoke. He then lifted his eyes to look

Regretting

you to feel remorse for yourself.” Tom mocked bluntly. “It’s just a pity your now miserable fate doesn’t affect your beloved Yannis’s choice

twitched slightly. His fingers. tightened around the cigarette, almost

trembled uncontrollably. “It was my doing,

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

Tom’s accusation, Harold remained silent

in front of him,

him and intended to nurture him as

Harold’s spine. “The Johnsons are vengeful. Since you

raised his eyes. The cold expression on Tom’s face made. him feel somewhat unfamiliar

to conceal his panic. “Whatever punishment you

shamelessly as if he did nothing

shred of effort into a pawn that has lost its value,”

treated you with such respect simply because they saw a bright future for your career. That’s why even your parents’ remains received a generous burial. But how do you think

still-burning cigarette between his fingers. The cigarette suddenly broke into

at Tom’s back as Tom turned around and left. He gritted his teeth and growled,

away, the mockery in his eyes disappeared, and he offered a final piece of advice. “Harold, if you want to be evil, be completely evil. Don’t

interrogation room, Tom strode down the hallway and stopped