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

something I had

the floor, his world crumbling around

the figures before him-his son, Jude, his nephews,

him, and there was no one left to support

this marked the end for his son

just Kenneth; he and Florence, too... would never reclaim their former prestige

Gray Group's assets and properties were given back to the Lenoirs... he would be

Dorothy, lying motionless on

beg you to wake

to me, your nephews, they're

two decades of my blood, sweat,

urge you to open your eyes to

he could do but cry out Dorothy's name

deepest vulnerability,

kind and tender temperament, would unfailingly pardon him,

she lay unmoving in her bed, her silence

figure carved

weighed

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

his son, Jude, was no ordinary

Jude began, his voice laced with disdain, "it's not Dorothy you should

the light on his middle-aged face began to dim, hope slipping away before his

Jude punched

a team of uniformed officers rapped on the

as they snapped the cuffs around his

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