Chapter 321
Chapter 321:
A crease formed on Colton’s forehead.
He truly had no idea. Ever since arriving in Peudon, his family had been pressing him to return home, so he had used a new business venture as an excuse to stay. That venture had consumed all his attention, leaving him oblivious to any lawsuit. When Kristine collapsed and was rushed to the hospital, he hadn’t managed to look into the details himself, relying only on Bobby to dig around — and the chaos of the past few days had made him forget to follow up entirely.
Could all of this somehow connect back to Monica? A dull ache settled in his chest at the possibility.
Kristine had no idea about the conflict swirling through Colton’s thoughts. Her only focus was on uncovering who might be pulling strings behind Monica’s back.
Dо𝘄𝗇𝗹𝗼𝘢𝗱аb𝗅𝗲 р𝗗𝖥ѕ о𝗇
“You honestly didn’t know about the court case between Monica and me?” she pressed.
The question jolted Colton back to the present. The distrust in her eyes made his chest tighten painfully. “I swear, I really didn’t know p>
“So you’re not the one who brought Brendan in p>
“I have never even heard of him p>
The fight seemed to drain out of Kristine all at once, her shoulders falling. Colton sounded completely sincere. But if he wasn’t responsible, who could have hired Brendan?
She was well aware that many people coveted her collection of antiques. Still, anyone wealthy enough to pay for a lawyer like Brendan would have to be extraordinarily rich. What reason would a billionaire have to care about those antiques?
As Kristine’s brow furrowed in thought, Colton’s gaze turned sharp and resolute. He released her arm and spun away without another word.
She stood rooted in place, watching the elevator doors glide shut, feeling lost.
Colton tore through the city, pressing hard on the gas until he reached the hotel. Back in the presidential suite, he went straight to his luggage, unzipped his suitcase, and retrieved a hefty folder. He flipped through its contents in haste before pulling out a specific photograph.
The image showed a man sprawled face-down on the floor, eyes closed. This was the same man responsible for the deaths of Azariah and those bodyguards. Nothing about him stood out — except for the striking wolf tattoo etched onto his shoulder. Not just any wolf: it was the likeness of a Coldarren gray wolf. As the largest surviving wolf species, these creatures could stretch nearly seven feet in length, their strength and endurance unmatched. Aggressive by nature, they were considered among the most formidable predators a hunter could face in the wild.
Colton recalled a group whose members bore these distinctive tattoos, though their headquarters were far away in Coldarren. That knowledge alone convinced him that Elyse couldn’t have ordered Azariah’s murder. She simply lacked the connections to reach anyone from an organization like that.