The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 767

Chapter 767
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.