Chapter 422 Whispers Of Vengeance

A cold, resolute voice cut through the air.

This voice…

Instinctively, Cherise followed the sound and looked in its direction-

In the distance, Lennon held a video camera, capturing the unfolding scene.

“Tristan, I’ve recorded everything. There’s no escape,” Damien confronted.

Cherise was taken aback, her eyes darting between the camera in Lennon’s hands and the thundering rage on Tristan’s face. It finally dawned on her–she understood what was happening-

Tristan, too, realized the seriousness of the situation. His face twisted with anger, and he was overcome with sudden fury as he delivered a resounding slap across Cherise’s face. “You betrayed me!” He bellowed.

She felt the blood drain from her face, leaving her momentarily paralyzed.

Her legs weakened, causing her to stumble towards a nearby pillar. Lennon acted swiftly, extending his other hand to prevent her from crashing into it.

Amidst the commotion, Old Mr. Lenoir, supported by Mr. Hampson, emerged.

appearance, then looked at Tristan

his cane, instructing Mr. Hampson,

cold voice interrupted.

with a faint smirk. “It’s Tristan’s

isn’t satisfied with your punishment, will Tristan bear the lashes

The matters of the

met the stare head-on and retorted defiantly. “Well, here I am,

not only the child

“Closest friend?”

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at Lennon and remarked, “I don’t see that friendship between you two.”

oblivious,” the old man continued, his voice laced with sarcasm. “You undoubtedly exploited Cherise’s trust in you, lured her

know Cherise better than you think. Even if you wanted her to participate in this plan of yours, she might not

left Cherise stunned; her hands clenched silently at her

swelled, and tears glistened in her eyes. She hadn’t expected…

had told her that Old Mr. Lenoir knew about the incident

up for his

gritted his teeth. “Hmph, old man, if you knew he plotted against me,

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