Chapter 426 An Eye For An Eye
Damien couldn’t help but feel deeply disappointed. He had always believed that his sister, his closest confidante, would understand his inner turmoil and despair. However, she remained completely unaware of his struggles. All she cared about was seeking vengeance and making the entire Lenoir Group pay for their parents’ demise.
“We’ll follow your lead,” Old Mr. Lenoir sighed deeply, his gaze fixed on Damien. “I just want to know, what’s your plan now?”
“Will you listen to me?” Damien scoffed lightly, placing the object in his hand on the table. He stared at Old Mr. Lenoir with continued hostility. “I do have my own ideas.”
He glanced at the curved television screen before him and commanded, “Retrieve the records.”
“Of course, Damien quickly retrieved the video footage from his phone.
These files contained the footage where Tristan had solemnly pledged to never harm Cherise again.
“Tristan had made it clear that if he laid a finger on Cherise again, he’d rip out his own eyes.” A stone-cold gaze fixed on Raymond. “Uncle Raymond, I present you with two options. Either surrender the Lenoir Group to me willingly…”
“Or,” his tone turned sinister, “An eye for an eye. Tristan, experience eternal darkness.”
A chilling silence fell over the entire mansion.
Wanda stood up abruptly, shielding her precious son behind her. “No one touches my son’s eyes!”
“Damien, her voice cracked with fury, “you’re heartless! It was just a minor incident with your foolish wife, and you dare demand my son’s eyes!”
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“Uncle Raymond, Damien interrupted, lifting his gaze to meet Raymond’s. “I’m giving you a choice.
“If you agree to hand over the Lenoir Group to me and pledge never to target it again, I will spare Tristan’s eyes this time,” Damien stated coldly.
“But if you choose to destroy Tristan’s eyes,” he continued, his voice taking on a chilling edge, “l will focus my wrath on your brainchild, the Ractec Group. I will withdraw from competing with the Lenoir Group, and your precious Raetec Group will bear the brunt of my fury.”
“Maeve wants to obliterate the Lenoir Group, and you want to salvage it. That’s your battle. I’m out,” he declared.
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“Damien!” Maeve hissed through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible.
In the absence of her ally, Mandy, and with Damien refusing to support her, she found herself at a loss in confronting Raymond.
“I’m exhausted, Damien sighed, rubbing his temples and pulling Cherise closer. “I simply want to have a peaceful life.”
“The decision is yours, Uncle Raymond, he continued.
Raymond stood frozen, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
He glanced at Damien and then at Tristan, whom Wanda shielded. His jaw clenched tightly. “Damien, can I trust your words?”
Damien nodded, his large hand gently patting Cherise’s back. “You have my word.”
“Very well, Raymond said.
Raymond took a deep breath, reached out, and picked up the scissors from the coffee table. He moved slowly, heading in Wanda’s direction.
“Dad-1” Tristan screamed in terror, and his knee began to jerk.
Wanda, too, went berserk, clutching Tristan’s head protectively in her arms. Her face was pale with fear.
“Enough, Raymond!” she shrieked.
“He’s our flesh and blood!”
“Even if we forsake the entire legacy of the Lenoir Group, we’re still a family!”
“If you destroy Tristan, I’ll have nothing to live for!”
Raymond narrowed his eyes, and a flicker of agony crossed his gaze.
Yet, his grip on the scissors remained firm..
He walked steadily toward Mandy, his voice firm, “Tristan, everything I have is yours.”
“Just the eyes…”
If he couldn’t see, then so be it.
Tristan lacked the necessary intelligence to inherit his empire anyway.
