Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 1078 Deceptive Propositions "Mr. Gray has observedcountless times via the surveillance monitor, and yet you still need a reminder of who I am?" Damien retorted icily.

A cold smile played on Damien's lips as he regarded the man. "Shall I give an applause for Mr. Gray's acting prowess?" The man smiled in return, but his gaze remained sharp as he locked eyes with Damien. "My surprise isn't an act, I assure you. It's genuinely astonishing how swiftly you managed to trackdown." "Blyour impatience," Damien replied, his tone cool and calculated.

With a cold stare, Damien pressed on. "You planted numerous hidden cameras and bugged the entire area with concealed microphones, yet you failed to intercept Steve and my conversations, and you couldn't trace Steve's movements that day. Then, you redirected your attention to Savannah, scheming to glean information about Steve's whereabouts..." The man's gaze narrowed at Damien. "So, you foresaw my impatience and planned it all in advance, waiting for the mouse to eat the cheese in the trap?" "You could say that," Damien replied calmly.

The man's curiosity piqued. "How did you know I would take the bait?" "Because patience isn't your strong suit," Damien quipped.

lips. "I, Jude Gray, have always considered myself smart and have never once admitted my losses. However, this round, I must concede victory to you." Stepping out of

café. There was a tension in the air, palpable even amidst the soft murmur of conversation. Damien's gaze, cold and unwavering, met the man's eyes, a

low yet carrying an unmistakable edge. "I must say, I didn't expect to bear the brunt of your grudges." "I presumed the Gray family could weather setbacks since they've been in the business for so long, but it seems I was wrong." His words hung in the air, punctuated by the clink of porcelain against the tabletop. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

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crucialjoint, he interjected smoothly, his the 'oice carrying a refined tone that inted at a hidden depth of intellect and conviction. Content belongs to ;wWith a gaze as sharp as a fox's, he sent a penetrating stare back

with a keen eye. "You see, Gwenn and I are well acquainted." A subtle shift in the air accompanied Jude's next

coffee cup before him, taking a sip as though the weight of their conversation was of little consequence. "Since we're close friends," he remarked, his gaze meeting Damien's with cool Oconfidence, "it's perfectly normal to lend a hand when she needs it." A subtle tension crackled in the air as

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