Marrying the Man in the Dark

Chapter 1212

Chapter 1213 Justice Served Cold

"Mhm," Jude nodded in confirmation.

He yawned lightly. "Handling you is like taking a leisurely stroll."

"The more pressing issue is..."

He sighed heavily. "Biting the hand that feeds you. After profiting from wealth handed down by others, you also deliberately caused harm to their whole family."

"Were I in your position, I wouldn't be trumpeting about the Gray Group's trillion- dollar assets to every nook and cranny of this land."

"Because I understand that this wealth is stained with your dirt."

"It's the reason why I declined to inherit the Gray Group and persuaded my mother to propose returning it to the Lenoir family in your presence."

Anthony was stunned.

His typically composed demeanor faltered, replaced by a look of despair.

He staggered back a few steps, widening his eyes at Jude with a mixture of disbelief and incredulity. "You..." his voice began.

"From start to finish, you orchestrated every single detail?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"That's right," Jude admitted calmly.

Jude's expression softened, a mixture of a half-smile and seriousness. "Kenneth's

also something

to the floor, his

him-his son,

hatred towards him, and there was no

understood that this marked the end for his son

too... would

and properties were given back to the Lenoirs... he would be left with

settled on Dorothy, lying motionless on

beg you to

me, your nephews, they're all

decades

I urge you to open

utterly powerless, there was nothing else he could do but cry out Dorothy's name in

moments of Anthony's deepest

tender temperament, would unfailingly pardon him, console him, and exert every effort

she lay unmoving in her bed, her

a figure carved

weighed heavy

pain he inflicted upon Dorothy, regret for allowing greed to obscure his better judgment, hurting Dorothy in the process of yearning to make amends for Florence and

had overlooked a critical truth: his son, Jude, was no ordinary

his voice laced with disdain, "it's not Dorothy

looked down at Jude, the light on his middle-aged face began to dim, hope slipping

last, Jude punched

team of uniformed officers

gaze turned vacant as they snapped the cuffs around his

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