Marrying the Man in the Dark

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.

"Mom, I'm starting to doubt whether he can maintain his composure. You're certain that he's the one you've been seeking?" "Gwenn, it's tto go!" The prison warden's voice cut through the stillness of the Calais jail, echoing off the cold stone walls with an urgency that demanded attention.

of confusion and apprehension as she registered the warden's words. "Are they already scheduling my trial?" she asked,

was in a disheveled state from spending days in prison. People who knew

head, her expression inscrutable behind the mask of authority. "No,"

The urgency in the warden's voice snapped Gwenn to attention, her eyes widening in disbelief at the unexpected turn of events. "Someone has cto bringout!?" she exclaimed, the words tumbling from her lips

would never

allies she could seek help

asked anxiously

and you'll soon discover!" The

surge of anxiety, Gwenn's footsteps trailed after

her release, and in just five minutes, she found herself standing outside the imposing walls of the

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 as the door swung open. Gwenn's gaze met the eyes of the man inside, his almond-shaped

sense of authority that left her momentarily speechless. "Get in," he