His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 117

Tyler hated his own lack of resolve for falling into her trap. He glared at Conrad, his eyes burning with a murderous intent.

"Her," Tyler said, pointing a finger at Belinda while roaring at Conrad. "You sent her, didn't you!"

Conrad's silence was a tacit admission. A loud, desolate laugh burst from Tyler, and bitter tears welled in his eyes. His voice was filled with anguish. "To break Annika and me apart, Conrad, you stooped so low as to use a woman like this."

Belinda's face went pale with anger. Even if she wasn't a pristine woman, being spoken of like this in public was a humiliation she couldn't bear. Hearing whispers from the side, she glanced at Conrad before screaming at Tyler, "What kind of woman am I, you bastard?"

An icy glare from Conrad immediately silenced her.

Conrad’s eyes were crimson, his brow dark. His grim expression made him look like a demon clawed up from the depths of hell, intent on claiming a soul. He said to Tyler, "I'll let you off for today. We'll settle our debts slowly."

With that, he walked away, Justin and Donovan trailing behind him.

The two men didn't dare speak, intimidated by the freezing pressure emanating from Conrad. On the cold street, they followed him as the wind cut at their faces like knives. Justin finally ventured carefully, "Maybe your son isn't dead. Maybe Annika hid him somewhere."

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