Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 426 An Eye For An Eye

Damien couldn’t help but feel deeply disappointed. He had always believed that his sister, his closest confidante, would understand his inner turmoil and despair. However, she remained completely unaware of his struggles. All she cared about was seeking vengeance and making the entire Lenoir Group pay for their parents’ demise.

“We’ll follow your lead,” Old Mr. Lenoir sighed deeply, his gaze fixed on Damien. “I just want to know, what’s your plan now?”

“Will you listen to me?” Damien scoffed lightly, placing the object in his hand on the table. He stared at Old Mr. Lenoir with continued hostility. “I do have my own ideas.”

He glanced at the curved television screen before him and commanded, “Retrieve the records.”

“Of course, Damien quickly retrieved the video footage from his phone.

These files contained the footage where Tristan had solemnly pledged to never harm Cherise again.

“Tristan had made it clear that if he laid a finger on Cherise again, he’d rip out his own eyes.” A stone-cold gaze fixed on Raymond. “Uncle Raymond, I present you with two options. Either surrender the Lenoir Group to me willingly…”

“Or,” his tone turned sinister, “An eye for an eye. Tristan, experience eternal darkness.”

A chilling silence fell over the entire mansion.

Wanda stood up abruptly, shielding her precious son behind her. “No one touches my son’s eyes!”

minor incident with your foolish wife, and you dare

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his gaze to meet Raymond’s. “I’m

to hand over the Lenoir Group to me and pledge never to target it again, I will spare Tristan’s eyes this time,” Damien stated coldly.

his voice taking on a chilling edge, “l will focus my wrath on your brainchild, the

want to salvage it. That’s your battle. I’m out,” he declared.

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hissed through gritted teeth, her

to support her, she found herself at a loss

sighed, rubbing his temples and pulling Cherise closer. “I simply want

yours, Uncle Raymond, he continued.

stood frozen, his hands clenched into fists at his

Wanda shielded. His jaw clenched tightly. “Damien, can I trust

his large hand gently patting Cherise’s back. “You

well, Raymond said.

breath, reached out, and picked up the scissors from the coffee table.

in terror, and his knee

berserk, clutching Tristan’s head protectively in her arms.

Raymond!” she