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.”

his hands together, expressionless as he lifted

meet Tom’s.

“Did you ever consider that this would be your fate

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

his gaze and pondered for a moment before slowly standing up. He took a

lit it up, and exhaled a puff of white smoke. He then lifted his eyes to look at Tom. “I

done. Regretting was the act of

must say, destroying yourself for the sake of a woman hardly qualifies you to feel remorse for yourself.” Tom mocked bluntly. “It’s just a pity your now miserable fate

twitched slightly. His fingers.

from showing, but his hand trembled uncontrollably. “It was

behind the scenes instructing her, how would she have had the ability to introduce you to Alfredo

Harold remained silent and continued to smoke his cigarette.

in front of him, obscuring

to nurture him as his

as ice, sending chills down Harold’s spine. “The Johnsons are

eyes. The cold expression on Tom’s face made. him feel somewhat unfamiliar and even a

head to conceal his panic. “Whatever punishment you deem fit,

shamelessly as if he did

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 to torture a person, not just physically

parents’ remains received a generous

crushed the still-burning cigarette

back as Tom turned around and left. He gritted his teeth and growled, “I did this all alone. Come at me if you want!”

looked away, the mockery in his eyes disappeared, and he offered a

the