Christopher raised his voice. "It''s been over a decade. I doubt you have proof that James set my mother up with that supposed affair partner."


    "That''s because I was the one who called your mother and baited her to meet him." The tremble in Astrid''s voice was either from the hatred for James or the fear for Christopher. "Charles was with me when I made the phone call. It''s a shame he''s gone now, so he can''t be your witness.


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    "Chris, you should go after the right perpetrator. I was young, and James tricked me. You should take your revenge on him. I''m telling the truth. I swear on my life."


    The voice recording came to an end.


    The lively hall fell silent, and tension was thick in the air.


    Though only an onlooker, Be stared intently at Christopher''s emotionless face, her heart sinking.


    She knew a catastrophic storm lurked behind the calm.


    For Astrid toe clean about the whole thing, Christopher must have gone to see her and reached some sort of negotiation.


    However, Be was aware that Christopher would not realize his end of the bargain.


    A monster through and through, Christopher would not rest until he had nailed those guys and finished them off for good, a twisted form of atonement for the crimes they inflicted upon his mother. "T-That woman has gone mad. She''s crazy!"


    Breaking out in a cold sweat, James shivered and stumbled for words. "I did not! I have no part in that. Astrid pushed the me on me so that Chris would get her sentence reduced." "Dad, I have Astrid''s phone."


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    Lance had never once looked at his hurt wife.


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    Lance did not resent James for harming his innocent wife. Instead, he hated James for lying and using him. Lance was thest to know, and in the presence of Savrow''s high society too.


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    Christopher just screwed everybody over.


    James knew his father was giving him an out. With his hand over his swollen cheek, James ran off in shame.


    "Hang on." Christopher''s eyes reflected ruthlessness.


    Christopher could not possibly let James go, at least not without apologizing to his mother on his knees.


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