Chapter 422 Whispers Of Vengeance
A cold, resolute voice cut through the air.
This voice…
Instinctively, Cherise followed the sound and looked in its direction-
In the distance, Lennon held a video camera, capturing the unfolding scene.
“Tristan, I’ve recorded everything. There’s no escape,” Damien confronted.
Cherise was taken aback, her eyes darting between the camera in Lennon’s hands and the thundering rage on Tristan’s face. It finally dawned on her–she understood what was happening-
Tristan, too, realized the seriousness of the situation. His face twisted with anger, and he was overcome with sudden fury as he delivered a resounding slap across Cherise’s face. “You betrayed me!” He bellowed.
She felt the blood drain from her face, leaving her momentarily paralyzed.
Her legs weakened, causing her to stumble towards a nearby pillar. Lennon acted swiftly, extending his other hand to prevent her from crashing into it.
Amidst the commotion, Old Mr. Lenoir, supported by Mr. Hampson, emerged.
He quickly assessed Cherise’s red and disheveled appearance, then looked at Tristan and understood the situation.
“You despicable beast!” Old Mr. Lenoir’s voice thundered. He fiercely banged his cane, instructing Mr. Hampson, “Take him away and whip him until he’s silenced!”
“Wait.” A cold voice interrupted.
Lennon put away the camera with a faint smirk. “It’s Tristan’s affair with Damien’s wife, so Damien should handle it, right?”
“Instructing him now might backfire. If Damien isn’t satisfied with your punishment, will Tristan bear the lashes for nothing?” Lennon mocked..
Old Mr. Lenoir snorted and leveled a fierce glare at Lennon. The matters of the Lenoir family are none of your business!”
Lennon met the stare head-on and retorted defiantly. “Well, here I am, intervening anyway.”
Lennon smiled faintly. “Old man, perhaps you’re not aware,” he began, “I’m not only the child that the Belcourt family adopted; I’m also Damien’s business partner and his closest friend.”
“Closest friend?”
Old Mr. Lenoir scoffed, repeating those words. His cold eyes stared at Lennon and remarked, “I don’t see that friendship between you two.”
“Don’t assume I’m oblivious,” the old man continued, his voice laced with sarcasm. “You undoubtedly exploited Cherise’s trust in you, lured her here, and set up this scheme, baiting Tristan into the trap.
“I know Cherise better than you think. Even if you wanted her to participate in this plan of yours, she might not have agreed.”
Old Mr. Lenoir’s words left Cherise stunned; her hands clenched silently at her sides.
Her heart swelled, and tears glistened in her eyes. She hadn’t expected… Old Mr. Lenoir… to defend her.
Previously, Damien had told her that Old Mr. Lenoir knew about the incident with her uncle Elvis.
Yet he still spoke up for his stubborn daughter. It shocked her.
Tristan sneered coldly and gritted his teeth. “Hmph, old man, if you knew he plotted against me, why hit me?”
Old Mr. Lenoir shot Tristan a sharp glare, silencing him instantly before he could finish his
sentence.
Lennon merely offered a faint and sardonic smile. “Impressive observation, sir.”
“I did all this merely to resolve Damien’s issues, he explained calmly.
“Since I brought Cherise here, I won’t allow her to suffer in vain.
A cold snort escaped Old Mr. Lenoir, but he remained silent.
“In light of your grandson’s mistreatment of your granddaughter-in-law, Lennon continued, his voice weary, “it’s crucial to gather the family and find a resolution. And then there’s Maeve; she has been meddling in the Lenoir family affairs for years. I doubt she feels any familial connection to the Lenoirs anymore.”
Old Mr. Lenoir narrowed his eyes, carefully considering Lennon’s words.
