Crowned by the Man They Feared (Amelia and Jeremy) novel Chapter 698

Truman looked utterly defeated. His face was ashen, with none of the smug confidence he'd worn at the beginning left in him.

"Truman, you bastard! You've ruined me! I got dragged into this because of you!"

At that moment, Esmond turned on him without hesitation and hurriedly said to the officers holding him, "I was forced into it! I can turn state's evidence! I know a lot about the shady things he's done behind the scenes—I'm innocent!"

"Yeah? Save it for the station."

One of the officers snapped cuffs onto his wrists, clearly used to people flipping sides the second they got caught.

As for his subordinate biting back at him, Truman barely reacted.

When disaster strikes, everyone looks out for themselves—he understood that better than anyone.

So there was nothing to be angry about.

If anything, he could only blame himself for one wrong move that led to his capture.

Just as they were about to escort him away, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

Walter.

The sight of him stirred more emotion in Truman than anything else so far.

"What are you doing here? Come to watch the show? To see me finally lose to you?"

"No. I just found out about this myself." Walter's expression was blank.

He'd only learned about it moments ago and rushed over as fast as he could.

Amelia hadn't told him about the entire setup, probably because she didn't want him dragged into danger—or hurt more than necessary.

Now that he knew the truth, he was shaken to the core, and more than anything, deeply heartbroken.

"Why would you do this? We worked so well together in the lab. We were like brothers for all those years."

Not just that—whenever he and Amelia argued or couldn't see eye to eye, Truman had always stepped in as the mediator.

The three of them rarely fought or fell out.

So why had he chosen a road with no return?

"Brothers? You were always one step ahead of me. I could never beat you at anything. In every project we completed together, you were the one who benefited the most.

"In this position, I was doomed to be your assistant forever. Your shadow. And you still have the nerve to dress it up so nicely."

A layer of red crept into Walter's clouded eyes. He stepped forward as if to pat Truman on the shoulder, but Truman violently shrugged him off.

"A shadow? One step ahead of you?" Walter's voice trembled despite himself.

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