Chapter 505 To Attend Their Wedding or Not?
Tristan lingered at the doorway, his gaze trailing Cherise and Damien as they vanished. A frosty sneer formed on his lips, “Fu*king imbeciles.”
With that, he turned his attention to the invitation lying forgotten on the ground. He stooped to retrieve it, scanning its contents. “Well, well, they’re getting hitched?”
Tristan scoffed as he carried the two invitations back home, presenting them to Raymond, who was leisurely sipping tea on the sofa. “Hey, Dad, Damien and Cherise are planning a wedding.”
“I’m aware,” Raymond replied, reclining on the sofa, his eyes closed, a hint of frostiness on his lips. “Given the commotion he’s causing, who in Adania isn’t aware they’re planning another wedding?”
He reached out to take the invitation, examining the names listed. “Well, well, Cherise, also known as Charlotte Tanner?”
“Since the Tanner family has publicly acknowledged her as one of their own, it implies… she is that man’s daughter.”
Raymond narrowed his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips. “Hold onto these two invitations.”
Tristan’s one remaining eye widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, “You’re seriously thinking about going?”
He had only brought the invitations back to poke fun at them with his father. He never expected Raymond to think about attending their wedding!
Raymond’s decision to attend Damien and Cherise’s wedding seemed utterly absurd to Tristan. How could his father be so foolish even to contemplate it? Anyone with common sense would know it was a colossal blunder.
As if sensing Tristan’s bewilderment, Raymond rolled his eyes in exasperation and gave Tristan a swat on the head. “Honestly, Tristan, you’re not exactly the brightest bulb in the chandelier, are you?”
“If you had a smidgen of intelligence, even if not an abundance of it, as long as you were as sharp as Damien, I wouldn’t have to keep everything from you.”
Tristan’s face clouded with confusion. “Then at least explain your reasons to me! | honestly don’t see the point in attending this wedding!”
“Because we’re about to witness a grand spectacle,” Raymond declared with a sneer, tapping his finger against the coffee table. “Tristan, you may not be aware, and in fact, many people are oblivious to this, but the mastermind behind the car accident that claimed Damien’s parents’ lives was Mendoza.”
Tristan remained puzzled. “Mendoza?”
“Indeed,” Raymond Lenoir confirmed with a cold sneer. “The world is just a tapestry of coincidences, wouldn’t you say?”
“Even if Damien can forgive Cherise’s adoptive father for the arson, can he ever forgive Cherise’s mother for plotting against his parents?”
Tristan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean, they…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Tristan’s expression turned sour once more. “Wait a minute. Didn’t you claim earlier that their death… was your doing?”
Raymond’s lips curled into a faint smile, “Not at all,” he explained, his tone tinged with melancholy. “I was merely a pawn in a much larger game.”
And with that, he delved into that night’s events, recounting the Tanner Residence’s infiltration by a group of six youthful, spirited friends…
That woman at the Tanner Residence was a vision of captivating beauty. Her stunning looks, melodious voice, and flawless complexion left an indelible mark on his memory.
The sensation of her long legs draped over his shoulders, a memory forever etched in his mind’s tapestry.
Raymond never imagined the woman he met that night would ascend to such extraordinary power. With calculated precision, she eliminated the men from that fateful evening,
eventually becoming the formidable matriarch of the Miles family.
The creeping realization of his impending demise loomed like a dark cloud, signaling the inevitable arrival of his judgment day.
To his surprise, the Miles family came to him, desperate for information about his brother.
A vivid flashback flooded his mind, transporting him back to when he was young, brimming with life yet lacking social standing.
He was a nobody, his presence inconsequential, his company unwanted.
