Cayden was unfazed by Dylan's words.

However, he seemed to have tightened his grip around his glass. “You can try. It looks like you haven't learned a thing after five years of imprisonment.”

Dylan's facial expression darkened.

He knew the evidence on the table was sufficient to let him spend the rest of his life in jail, prompting uncontrollable rage to fill his eyes.

“Cayden, how innocent do you think you are? I reckon there are plenty of underhanded dealings done by Trident Group, and there's no way you can safeguard yourself from the mess. Do you think I don't know you manipulated the share market in the past and disrupted the average market price, causing Ackleton to suffer an economic crisis? Through this scheme, you acquired a large amount of profit. Do you simply assume you can hide your wrongdoings forever? What consequences do you think you'll face if I find all the evidence related to Trident Group's crimes?”

Any company, regardless of size, had its dark secrets, not to mention a famous multinational corporation like Trident Group. Once these secrets were revealed, one could easily imagine Cayden's ultimate, terrible fate.

Cayden's emotionless eyes glinted coldly. “You can attempt to do that if you have the capabilities.”

If Trident Group's secrets were so easily identified, the international corporation wouldn't have existed.

Trident Group distributed a large amount of money to fund their respective departments' operations annually. If there were any illegal business practices, the higher-ups would merely turn a blind eye even if they were in the know. Cayden thought Dylan was extremely naive to threaten him with that matter. To think that Dylan has just been released from prison. I guess the only thing about him that increased all these years is his age, not his intelligence.

While the two men engaged in a staring contest, the music in the café had unknowingly stopped playing.


Their silent confrontation was all that filled the atmosphere.

Cayden tidied his expensive suit leisurely. Appearing elegant and composed, he got to his feet and strode toward the exit.

Before he stepped out of the café, he said in his mellow and deep voice, “Dylan, you can choose to expose your marriage with Avery, but I will submit the evidence of you kidnapping Old Mr. Rumpley to the authorities. I'll let the public know how your marriage with Avery came to be. Besides, you've committed plenty of unlawful acts all these years. Once confirmed, any of your offenses could get you sentenced to punishments. If you go into jail again, you won't be as lucky as being released after five years. This time, I'll ensure you stay in there for the rest of your life! So what if everyone knows Avery's married? I don't care about her status or others' objections. I will still cherish and marry her. I think you should understand my personality well, so you must know that I will accomplish what I want to do. That's all I have to say. If you wish to repeat your foolish errors, don't blame me for being unmerciful.”

Great emotions churned within Dylan's chest following Cayden's departure.

He ripped the evidence on the table into pieces in a fury and booted the exquisite wooden table.

Pandemonium reigned in his head.

Should I hang in there, or should I give up? If I remain determined, what awaits me may be a lifetime of imprisonment, but if I let go of her now, I'll be giving up the marriage I secured through schemes with much difficulty. How can I ever accept this outcome willingly?

Meanwhile, Nicole was enjoying a cup of coffee at Silvia's place.

Since the last time she noticed the similarity in temperament and appearance between Avery and Claire, Silvia had immediately requested Nicole to ask Claire about the latter's biological daughter.

She did not meet up with Claire right away because she didn't want to invoke the pain that Claire had been carrying for so many years.

If her assumption of Avery being Claire's daughter was merely a misunderstanding, mentioning that matter would undoubtedly cause Claire to suffer from agony again.

As Claire's best friend, no one knew better than Silvia the anguish that tormented Claire when she lost her biological daughter.

Before Nicole's adoption, Claire had lived her days in overwhelming anxiety and torture. Her beautiful face had grown more ashen with each passing day, and she had appeared unenergetic and wasted.

She had only regained some vigor slowly after she and William adopted Nicole.

If Claire's biological daughter was still alive, Silvia figured Claire would be the happiest.

Silvia brewed a pot of coffee. She poured a glass and handed it to Nicole.

Nicole received the glass of coffee, took a sip, and thanked Silvia.
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