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.”

together, expressionless as he lifted his gaze

meet Tom’s.

frown slightly. “Did you ever consider that

suffer or to hear me confess?” Harold

moment before slowly standing up. He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed

Harold calmly retrieved a cigarette, lit it up, and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

done was done. Regretting was the act

bluntly. “It’s just a pity your now miserable

mention of Yannis, Harold’s face twitched slightly. His fingers. tightened around the cigarette, almost breaking it.

was my doing,

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

Harold remained silent

smoke gathered in front of him, obscuring his

as his successor. That was why he was

was freezingly cold as ice, sending chills down Harold’s spine. “The

cold expression on Tom’s face made. him feel somewhat unfamiliar and

conceal his panic. “Whatever punishment you

if he did

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 to torture a person, not just physically and mentally, but

The Johnson family 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 your

cigarette between his fingers. The cigarette suddenly broke into

teeth and growled, “I did this all

hearing this, Tom stopped in his tracks. He looked away, the mockery in his eyes disappeared, and he offered a final piece of advice. “Harold, if

the interrogation room, Tom strode down the hallway and stopped