Chapter 421 Lurking In The Dark
Cherise walked confidently towards the villa, her footsteps resounding in the quiet air.
The footsteps behind her grew closer and more urgent.
Cherise quickened her pace as her heart pounded in her chest.
She knew she was insignificant in the mansion; even her husband, Damien, held no power within those walls.
Without Mr. Kolson, no one could speak up for her; she had to rely solely on herself.
Cherise hurried through the floral pathway of the Lenoir Residence.
Her racing heart finally calmed as she reached the entrance of the Lenoir Residence. She had come this far; surely, she was safe now…
“Ah!”
As she pondered, the footsteps behind her suddenly stopped. In the next moment, her whole b*dy was violently jerked backward as her backpack was yanked-
Cherise found herself in Tristan’s arms.
“Let go of me!”
She cried, struggling against his grip with all her might.
She had been cautious but never expected that Tristan would dare to touch her as soon as she stepped foot in the mansion’s living room!
*Shut up! Why are you screaming?
Tristan nervously covered her mouth, swiftly dragging her into a corner of the small garden. “I finally caught you alone. Did you think I would let you go?”
“That blind man has been interfering the last few times, and it angered me!”
Cherise struggled and yelped as she bit his hand. Let go of me!”
“Do you conveniently forget the promise you made last time? If you touch me again-
Tristan seethed with suppressed rage as he remembered the past incident.
With a swift motion, he raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap. ‘Smack!’ The sound echoed through the air. “You dare mention that last time?” he growled.
“Acting all innocent and virtuous in front of me every damn time!” he spat, his voice filled with
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contempt.
“And what happened? It made the headlines, almost resulting in someone else’s child!”
Cherise was left dazed, seeing stars from the intensity of his blows.
Despite the pounding in her head, Tristan’s scornful and condemning voice continued to ring in her ears.
Cherise clenched her teeth. “That was fake news!”
Lennon
“I never had anything with Lennon… so keep your hands off me!”
“…”
“So? What’s your excuse now?”
With a sneer, Damien landed another brutal slap. “It doesn’t matter, you’re already tainted. What harm would it do if I had my turn?”
He tore Cherise’s dress apart, his hands ruthless and relentless.
“Tristan!” Cherise seethed.
Cherise gritted her teeth and pleaded, “Think about the consequences of your actions!”
“I don’t care about consequences. So what?” Tristan’s laughter was hollow as his eyes burned with malice.
He let out a chilling laugh. “Oh, Cherise, you might not know,” he sneered, “but Damien took that huge contract from your precious Shaw Group for you. Well, it backfired. The quality of the clothing he provided was poor, and he got caught.”
Cherise stood there in shock. She felt her stomach drop, and her knuckles turned white. How could this happen?
Did the problems that Lennon mentioned today relate to the company’s current issues?
Tristan’s contemptuous laughter filled the air. “Surprised, Cherise? Let me enlighten you. My father and I were the masterminds behind this chaos,” he snickered.
“After we signed the cooperation contracts with you, most of the profits went into your pocket. We were barely breaking even in our business with you,” Tristan sniggered, his words filled with disdain.
“So, what did we do? We resorted to producing low-quality goods. Then, we switched these items with the ones you shipped from your factory. During inspections, the faulty products would naturally be traced back to your company while ours remained untouched.”
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empire is on the verge of collapse. There’s no escaping it now.”
“You’d be better off with me. I could give you all the luxuries you desire. I’d treat you like a queen!” he sneered.
He then reached out, intending to continue tearing Cherise’s dress off.
“Stop!”
