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!”

heartless! It was just a minor incident with your foolish wife, and you dare

“I-1′′

interrupted, lifting his gaze to meet Raymond’s. “I’m giving you

Group to me and pledge never to target it again, I will spare Tristan’s eyes this time,” Damien

focus my wrath on your brainchild, the Ractec Group. I will withdraw from competing with the Lenoir Group, and your precious Raetec Group

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

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Maeve hissed through gritted teeth, her

and with Damien refusing to support her, she found herself at a loss

and pulling Cherise closer. “I

is yours, Uncle Raymond,

his hands clenched into fists at his

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

nodded, his large hand gently patting Cherise’s back. “You have my

well, Raymond said.

a deep breath, reached out, and picked up the scissors from the

and his knee began to jerk.

Tristan’s head protectively in her arms. Her face

Raymond!” she