His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 227
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His Destructive, Toxic Love is the best current series by the author Ethan Prescott. The Chapter 227 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 227 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
Casper lay sprawled on his bed, his arms shielding his eyes. Tears trickled down his cheeks, one drop after another.
Maybe, only here, in his own little sanctuary, could he let go of his pain and sorrow completely.
Tristan couldn’t find Casper at Welton International. Frustrated, he floored the gas pedal and sped straight home.
Dillon was lounging in the living room when he noticed car headlights sweeping across the floor-to-ceiling windows. He got up and headed outside.
Tristan stormed out of his car, shouting, “Casper! Get out here! The whole town's laughing at your engagement party, and you’re hiding like a coward.”
“Mr. Casper is grieving right now,” Dillon said, raising a hand to block Tristan’s path. “Maybe you should come back another day.”
“Grieving? For what?” Tristan scoffed. “A woman he didn’t love is dead. Isn’t that what he wanted? Stop this charade and come down to see me!”
“Mr. Casper...” Dillon started, but then he saw Casper coming down the stairs with his eyes red and swollen. “Let him in,” Casper said quietly.
“Yes.”
Dillon stepped aside, and Tristan barged into the living room with a huff.
“Casper, do you have any idea how many business partners from Welton International I invited to your engagement? What kind of stunt are you pulling?You disappeared for a week? Do you know how much damage this has caused?”
Casper slumped into the sofa, rubbing his temples. “Oh, didn’t get those department store shares? Or did the Henderson family refuse to sell you that land?”
“You broke the rules first,” Casper said flatly.
Raising a finger, Casper signaled Dillon to escort Tristan out. “Mr. Tristan, you should go. Mr. Casper isn’t in the mood for this. Don’t stir things up.”
“So now it’s my fault he’s upset?” Tristan’s fingers trembled as he pointed at Casper. “Eliza’s suicide has already messed with Welton International's stock prices. You need to fix this, not sit here mourning that reckless girl.”
“Leave, now...” Casper almost growled, pointing to the door. “...Get out...”
Dillon grabbed Tristan and hauled him out as Tristan cursed all the way.
Casper was exhausted. He needed some proper rest. Maybe he could see her again in his dreams and ask why she chose to end things this way...
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