Chapter 511 Sins of the Past

She glanced at him indifferently and said, “I appreciate the favor you did for me.”

“But let’s be clear-I don’t owe you anything.”

“I helped you, and now we’re even.”

“Indeed, indeed.”

Raymond scoffed, his gaze landing on the newlyweds on the stage. I must admit, I find it all quite fascinating.”

He chuckled softly. “Unless I’m mistaken, you know Damien is Hansen Lenoir’s son.”

“You orchestrated the downfall of his biological parents years ago, and now your daughter is his bride. Does that sit well with you?”

“So, is this the sole reason for your sudden interest in conversing with me?” Charisa retorted.

“My past with Hansen has no bearing on his son.”

“The flawed intelligence you supplied back then led us to eliminate not only Hansen but also his

spouse.”

“I’ve been burdened with guilt ever since.”

“Just because someone is despicable doesn’t mean their family shares their traits,”

Her stone-cold gaze fixed on Raymond, “I have nothing further to discuss with you.”

“As you wish.”

Raymond’s face darkened as a colossal rage surged in his ch*st at her blatant dismissal.

He drew a deep breath, “Mrs. Miles, I approached you with good intentions; why the hostility?”

“This Damien isn’t as innocent as you think he is.”

He gestured

Damien ly to Tristan, standing behind him, and frantically said, “Look at my son’s eyes!

“Indeed.

him!”

Charisa nodded, “Why did he spare one?”

Raymond was dumbfounded and quivered with frustration.

The woman shifted to a more comfortable position as her gaze slowly focused on Cherise and

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Damien, exchanging rings in the distance, “Why did your son only lose one eye?”

She turned her head, and her l*ps curled into a cold icy smile. “If I were Damien, if someone tormented me, tormented my wife… she snorted.

“I wouldn’t just take one of his eyes,”

“I’d take both eyes at the very least and might even create a dish from them,” she snickered menacingly.

Raymond felt his stomach drop, and his blood went cold.

A cold malevolence permeated the room, and every word she uttered carried a sinister threat.

Raymond shuddered as her words sent a chill down his spine.

“Leave if there’s nothing more.”

Charisa dismissed him again and sneered, “If you vex me, I’ll make sure your son loses his other eye as well.”

She smiled wryly at Raymond and a*serted, “Trust me, I’m capable.”

Behind her seemingly genteel smile lurked a sinister and chilling intent.

Raymond felt a chill creep up his neck. He rose hastily and slinked away.

Unbeknownst to Charisa, upon his departure, Raymond retrieved a recorder from his pocket.

He intentionally broached the subject of Hansen during their premeditated conversation.

It was all to ensure that whoever listens to the recording learns that the person responsible for framing and killing Clark was none other than her, Clarisa!

Upon leaving the venue, Raymond handed the recorder to Tristan. “Maeve didn’t attend the wedding today, did she?”

Tristan nodded, “I saw her this morning. She told me that she wouldn’t attend this wedding.”

“She even attempted to dissuade me from attending.”

Raymond gave a faint smile..

He gestured towards the recorder in Tristan’s hand, “Edit the content and forward it to Maeve.”

“Hurry, it must be done before the banquet.”

Tristan appeared perplexed, “Why?”

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