Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

Chapter 1080 Unexpected Rescuer Beckham, evidently impatient, hastily left. After a brief parting, he set off towards the island without a moment's hesitation.

"Sorry, did I hear that right?" Jude's voice dripped with feigned surprise as he looked at Damien, a glimmer of satisfaction dancing in his eyes. "Mr. Lenoir has consented to my proposition?" "Oh dear," he continued, his tone laced with mock incredulity, "Mr. and Mrs. Lenoir are meant to harbor an intense disdain for Gwenn, correct? Why on earth would they consent to my seemingly unreasonable demand?" Damien clenched his jaw, the tightness betraying his simmering anger as he regarded Jude. "I concede that this time, I was ill- prepared, and you exploited that opportunity, Mr. Gray." "But mark my words, if Gwenn comes within my grasp in the future, trust that your luck won't hold out." With that, Damien pivoted on his heel and strode away from the café.

Jude reclined in his chair, the self-satisfied smirk still playing on his lips as he reached for his phone and dialed a number. His voice, deliberately loud enough for Damien to hear, carried across the space between them with a calculated sense of triumph.

"Guess what?" he began, his tone dripping with satisfaction, "I'm the victor." "Mhm, that very sfearsDamien you spoke of, I've outwitted him, and he was compelled to consent to my demand." A chuckle escaped Jude's lips at the incredulous response on the other end of the line. "What's that? You're skeptical?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"I've recorded our entire conversation earlier! The video will be in your inbox soon enough!" With a resounding bang, Damien forcefully shut the café door, the force of his frustration reverberating through the air like a thunderclap.

On the other side of the glass window, Jude watched with hawk-like intensity as Damien departed from view. His self-satisfied smirk deepened, a silent acknowledgment of his victory in their intricate gof manipulation and deceit.

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and apprehension as she registered the warden's words.

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shook her head, her expression inscrutable behind the

eyes widening in disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. "Someone has

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a surge of anxiety, Gwenn's footsteps trailed

swiftly handled her release, and in just five minutes, she found herself standing outside the imposing walls of the jail, her disheveled appearance a stark contrast to

hadn't caught a glimpse of the person responsible for her sudden freedom The mystery hung heavy in the air a question mark lingering in the back of her mind as she stood alone on the sidewalk, uncertainty gnawing at her insides. Suddenly, a sleek black Maserati pulled up beside her, its engine purring with quiet power

betraying a sense of authority that left her momentarily speechless. "Get in," he said, his voice