Chapter 165
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Just as Lucille pulled out her phone, a man’s voice cut through from the doorway, “No need. I’m here.”
The person who arrived was none other than Cedrick.
Of course, he wasn’t alone. Behind him trailed his driver and several men Lucille didn’t recognize, all dressed in iden- tical black suits, tall and imposing.
Lucille’s parents walked right in the middle of this group, heads hanging low, utterly dispirited.
Cedrick looked unusually stern today.
He’d always been courteous and generous around Lucille’s family, ever accommodating, the picture of a refined gen- tleman.
But when someone stays gentle for too long, it breeds misunderstanding. It makes people forget: if he truly were that soft, how could he have carved his way through the business jungle so young?
At Grandma’s place last time, he’d merely bared his claws. Today felt like the main event was finally starting.
Cedrick could be quite intimidating when serious.
When someone laughs or gets angry, their emotions are visible, which is less frightening. It’s when they’re utterly calm, as if nothing’s wrong, that’s truly terrifying.
No one knows what kind of violent storm might suddenly erupt beneath tranquil waters.
So when Cedrick walked into the office expressionless, the air suddenly tightened, as if the oxygen had frozen. Tris- ten didn’t dare breathe.
Cedrick walked straight to Lucille and took her hand.
Opposite him stood Tristen.
Tristen instantly lowered his head, completely unable to meet his gaze.
The men in black stepped forward, and Jaxon and Monica, sandwiched between them, shuffled slowly ahead. Finally, the pair stood beside Tristen, surrounded by the men in black and the driver.
“Son–in–law… wh–what’s all this about?”
Jaxon fawned in a trembling voice.
Cedrick was even more direct than Lucille. He merely raised a hand, and the driver passed him a stack of documents.
Cedrick tossed the documents down, pointing at Tristen. “Take a look yourself.”
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Tristen only needed one glance before closing his eyes, knowing he was finished. He instantly slid to his knees before Cedrick, wailing, “Brother–in–law, brother–in–law, I was wrong! I was really wrong! I’ll never dare again!”
Lucille glanced too. Cedrick had brought solid evidence of the very accusations she’d just made against Tristen.
So he knew too…
Actually, she hadn’t known the details; she’d only guessed.
Coincidentally, Vivian’s boyfriend, while helping her, had also applied for and gotten a department head position at Cedrick’s company–a department that happened to liaise directly with Tristen’s company.
Vivian’s boyfriend had noticed something off but lacked concrete proof. His position didn’t grant him access to cer- tain things; he’d just been suspicious. He’d followed Tristen a bit and shared his suspicions with Lucille.
Lucille had come today to bluff Tristen.
She knew her brother well–no real skill, little experience, timid and cowardly. Bluffing him, in her view, had an 80% chance of success. It was just psychological warfare..
What she hadn’t expected was that Cedrick was doing the same thing. And he had the proof.
There was nothing left to say. Cedrick’s demand was the same as hers: Jaxon must give up the house.
Jaxon couldn’t figure out why, looking miserable and shouting, “Why?
Cedrick!
Are you still coveting this little bit?
The gold coins that fall when you just shake your clothes are more than this!”
Cedrick’s expression said: There’s no need to explain why to you, you just need to choose, give up the house or let Tristen go to jail.
Faced with this choice, Jaxon hesitated.
Tristen watched his father delay making a decision, panicking even more, “Dad, Dad, you can’t ignore me!
I don’t want to go to jail!
Dad, save me!”
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