Amon, long time no see.”
With a bundle of chrysanthemum in hand, Casare led a group of bodyguards as they slowly walked towards Amon on the steps.
Amon, standing in front of the grave, did not even turn around, he just put the photo in his hand into a pocket close to his heart.
Casare had been dealing with Amon for years, and he knew Amon despised him, so he did not care if Amon paid any attention to him.
He walked straight up to Amon, placed the chrysanthemums. in his hands on the front of the headstone, and looked up at the picture on the headstone.
“Ms. Palmer?”
No wonder he had been unable to find Rosalie’s grave all these years. As it turned out, it was Ms. Palmer, not Rosalie,
who was “dead”.
Amon had really done everything to monopolize Rosalie. But so what, Rosalie had still betrayed him.
Casare curled the corner of his lips and said faintly, “Amon,
eight months are up. You should give Grace back to me.”
Amon who was silent lowered his eyes and glanced coldly at Casare, “What are her last words?”
Casare straightened up and stood side by side with Amon in front of the headstone, staring at the square on the ground and speaking calmly.
“She’s dead, do her last words still matter?”
Amon slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers,
straightened his back arrogantly and replied casually:
“It didn’t matter…”
Ca*sie couldn’t help but raise the hand covered by a leather glove and pat Amon’s shoulder when he saw Amon speaking tongue-in-cheek again..
“Amon, you’re really failing at life, and the problem lies in your mouth.”
Casare’s superior and omniscient demeanor was the very thing that irritated and disgusted Amon the most.
He pushed Casare’s hand away and said coldly, “My name is not worthy to come out of your mouth!”
In contrast to Amon’s blatantly obnoxiousness, the adeptly disguised Casare appeared extremely calm.
He did not care about Amon’s attitude at all, instead he showed a gentle smile.
“Rosalie’s last words are a rather long video, recorded especially for you.”
When Casare said this, the smile on the corner of his lips gradually changed from calm to treacherous.
“Do you know what she said?”
The expression on Amon’s face was as dark as the cloudy night.
“You can give it to me if you want, and if you don’t want to, just leave. Don’t pretend to be mysterious in front of me.””
Beneath Casare’s gentle exterior, the flesh of his body contained no blood. There was no one in this world more cold and indifferent than Casare.
No one in either Rosalie or the Aronland royal pack knew of the trickery behind Casare’s mask, only Amon had witnessed it.
They had faced off so many times, they both knew what kind of person the other was, so why did Casare continue to pretend in front of him?
Isn’t he tired?
“I’ll give you her video, of course, but before I do, I have a question for you.”
Impatiently, Amon glanced at Casare coldly, “What’s your question?”
Casare reached out and touched Rosalie’s tombstone, then he asked unhurriedly, “Ms. Palmer said that Grace has been. with you for eight months and become attached to you, so she doesn’t want to part with you. How about you?”
A sudden look of suspicion appeared in Amon’s somber eyes, “Why do you ask that?”
Casare tapped his fingertips on the headstone as he said faintly, “Oh, I just want to know, would you have taken Grace as your own daughter?”
Amon snorted coldly, “Rosalie and your daughter, why should I think of her as my own?”
When Casare heard this, his fingers, tapping gently on the headstone, paused abruptly.
He did not say anything, just raised his hand and waved to the bodyguards behind him, “Bring them up…”
Amon’s face suddenly turned grim when he saw someone taking George and Grace up the hill.
“Casare, what are you doing?!”
Casare pulled a gun from his belt and played with it in his hand.
“Amon, you must be very reluctant to part with Grace, right?”
Amon stared at Casare with his bottomless eyes.
“You let Grace spend eight months with me just to bet on my reluctance?”
He guessed what Casare was up to, but couldn’t guess what the point of his doing so was?
“Threatening me with his own daughter’s life? He’s either sick or out of his mind!” Amon cursed in the heart.
Apparently, Casare did not think so, instead he looked victorious, looked at Amon and smiled.
“Amon, you know I’ve wanted you dead for years, don’t you?”
Amon rolled his eyes.
“You can’t kill me.”
If Casare had killed him, the whole Yardley pack would definitely bury Casare with him.
Casare chuckled as he loaded the gun.
“I can’t kill you, of course, but your daughter and the video Rosalie left behind can kill you.”
Amon’s dark and unreadable eyes slowly moved to Casare.
“What do you mean?”
Casare loaded the gun and moved his finger to the trigger, then looked up at Amon.
“I used to think that you loved Rosalie very much, and I thought that when she died, you would follow her in suicide. But you didn’t. You really wasted my big plan, but it doesn’t matter…”
Casare paused for a moment, the smile on his lips becoming deeper and more bizarre.
“Eight months ago, I found a chip on a necklace that Grace often wears. I don’t know if God was helping me, or if something happened, that chip is Rosalie’s last words to you.
It contains all the truth you want to know.”
“It happened to be the time that you come for Grace, so I went along with it and let you take her. I thought maybe you would go crazy and torture Grace to death, and after eight months. I’ll tell you the truth. Wouldn’t it be more fun if you went completely insane?”
“But I didn’t think that instead of abusing Grace, you had become attached to her. I find it quite dull to develop feelings. based on blood ties in a situation where one doesn’t even know if the other person is his daughter!”
“But it’s quite interesting to threaten you with your daughter’s life, isn’t it?”
Casare’s words created a huge stir, as if a thunderbolt struck fiercely on Amon.
In disbelief, Amon stared into Casare’s elegant and fierce eyes, “What are you talking about?”
Casare lifted Amon’s pale face with his loaded gun, “You are both foolish and pitiful.”
After he finished, he moved the gun, aimed at Amon’s thigh and fired straight without blinking.
The pain of the bullet piercing through his skin and flesh made Amon break into a cold sweat, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.
But he gritted his teeth and held on, not letting himself fall to the ground in a heap, but kneeling on one knee in front of the headstone and looking at the grave.
He seemed to see the former Rosalie through the tombstone, kneeling before him, crying and explaining to him, “Amon, Grace is your daughter, I’m begging you, go get a paternity test, okay?”
What did he do that time?
He slapped her hard!
He called her a slu t, a shameless sl ut, cu ckolded him and wanted him to take over the care of the daughter she had with her paramour!
At that time, Rosalie, as if awakened by his slap, fell to her knees and covered her face. From then on, she chose to remain silent.
It was because he always had no faith in her that she did not hesitate to pursue the freedom she wanted by death.