Chapter 508


    Unexpectedly, Henry had met a gruesome end. His eyes widened, and he died in misery.


    Richard released his grip on the dagger, and Henry copsed immediately. He stood up, his gaze fixed


    on Camden.


    “I didn’t do it. He secretly switched the dagger, and I believe he poisoned it,” Camden ?exined, his


    voice carrying a touch ofpassion. Henry had, in his own way, helped him, particrly in business


    matters. He had imparted valuable knowledge, as if grooming him as an heir.


    But Henry’s heinous act of murdering Camden’s parents was unforgivable.


    Richard looked away from Camden and turned his attention to Pearl, whoy unconscious.


    “Evil Spirits, Deathly Pearl,” he murmured, a hint of mncholy in his tone, as if he had foreseen this


    revtion. “I didn’t expect you to harbor so many hidden identities from me. It seems I’ll need to


    uncover them.”


    With Pearl in his arms, Richard headed for the exit, but Camden intercepted him. “Wait, Mister


    Richard.”


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    Richard paused but didn’t turn back.


    Camden continued, “Can you take me in?”


    With Henry gone, the Wilson family would be thrown into turmoil, and Camden had juste of age.


    He feared he wouldn’t be able to maintain control over the Wilson family without


    Henry’s protection. Seeking a better life now seemed like the best option.


    Silently, Richard pondered the request and replied, “Wrap up things here, and report to Waldorf


    Enterprises tomorrow.”


    Camden smiled gratefully. “Thanks.”


    Richard returned to the vi with Pearl but noticed Hanzel’s car outside. Shocked, he frowned.


    When he reached the living room, he heard some voices from within. The door was slightly ajar,


    allowing him to hear the conversation clearly.


    “Don’t go… I don’t mind it. Help mé…”


    At that moment, Feather was nearly unconscious, and she saw Hanzel as a mobile ice cube.


    Hanzelmented his unfortunate situation, having gotten himself into this predicament.


    “Feather, wake up and look at me. I’m Hanzel. Ah, please stop k*ssing me. I think you should think it


    through…” Hanzel did his best to evade her k*sses but refrained from pushing her away, fearing she


    might identally hurt herself. Despite his efforts, he received several k*sses.


    Feather expressed her dissatisfaction with his resistance, a stark contrast to her usual icy attitude.


    Hanzel had never witnessed such behavior from her.


    “Don’t… Feather, Miss Feather, I can’t do that with you. It’s not appropriate. You’re still quite young.


    Please don’t act impulsively…”


    LIL


    Feather shook her head and embraced his neck. “I’m okay with it. Help me…”


    Hanzel was about to decline once more when he heard noises at the door. His eyes darkened


    instantly.