His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 476

"Well, look who finally remembered his old man," Tristan greeted, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Seems like life's been treating you well," Casper retorted, standing at the doorway without moving a muscle. "I assume Dillon already filled you in. Now, I want to hear your side."

"Dillon claimed I sent someone to kill you?" Tristan spat, his eyes flashing with indignation. "That's pure nonsense. He's lost his marbles, and it sounds like you have too."

"Wasn't you?" Casper's brow furrowed.

"Casper, you're my son. Why would I want to kill you? Even if..." Tristan's face clouded with a mix of hurt and frustration, "...even if I did favor Shaun more, I'd never go that far. Do you really see me as that heartless?" Tristan's expression seemed genuine enough.

But then again, who else would pin such a grave accusation on him out of the blue?

"I'll get to the bottom of this with Zach," Casper said, his tone resolute.

"Be my guest," Tristan replied, taking a measured sip from his glass. "Sure, Shaun's got ambition, but he's locked up. How'd he have the means or the pull to hire a hitman? For free, no less?"

Tristan's logic seemed airtight.

did you help Zach take over Welton International? Was it because I was gone,

voice trailed off, the weight of the accusation hanging in

the words. It was a mess, but at the time, he genuinely believed Casper was gone for good. Welton International was meant to be passed down to a man, not a woman, and certainly not to a kid barely out

I'd known you'd survive, I wouldn't have created this mess for myself,"

it," Casper said, his expression hardening. "In that case, I'll have someone buy out

glass down, his chest heaving. "And what if

voice was icy, leaving no room for

another full glass of wine and downing it. Casper

"Yes, Mr. Casper."

tangled mess, his beard overgrown, and his clothes stained and tattered. He looked more

hit on me in Oak

what?" Zach's brow furrowed slightly as he processed the question. "To kill you? I wish I could, but I've been in jail. How could I hire

fabricate stories."

the game of power,