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.”

clasped his hands together, expressionless as he lifted his gaze to

meet Tom’s.

consider that

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

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

smoke. He then lifted his eyes to

done was done. Regretting was the

of a woman hardly qualifies you to feel remorse for yourself.” Tom mocked bluntly. “It’s

Yannis, Harold’s face twitched slightly. His

his emotions from showing, but his hand trembled uncontrollably. “It was my doing, and Yannis

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

Tom’s accusation, Harold remained silent

smoke gathered in front of him, obscuring his facial

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

lowered his gaze and looked down at Harold. His voice was freezingly cold as ice, sending chills down Harold’s spine. “The Johnsons are vengeful.

face made. him feel somewhat unfamiliar and even a

his panic. “Whatever

as if

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

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

finished speaking, Harold crushed the still-burning cigarette

back as Tom turned around and left. He gritted his teeth and

stopped in his tracks. He looked away, the mockery in his eyes disappeared, and he offered a

strode down the