Chapter 298

Lillian Doyle’s face turned a few shades paler as he casually broke down the effects of Forbiddenlove and the consequences it carried.

She managed a stiff smile. “Why are you suddenly bringing this up, Mr.

Blackwood?”

“Guess you’re planning to play dumb to the end,” Damien Blackwood smirked rather than got angry, clearly unfazed. “Let me save you the effort. You bought that drug for a million last week from a private lab, then bribed the manager at ‘Ya Ye’ so Vera could spike my Louis XIII. But newsflash—I didn’t drink that little wine trap, and I certainly didn’t sleep with your daughter.”

“That’s impossible, Vera told me herself that she—” Lillian blurted out, then instantly bit back her words, realizing she’d slipped.

“She said it was me, huh?” Damien’s smile turned mocking. “You really think your cheap tricks could get past me?”

If someone like Lillian could play him that easily, he would’ve been dead ten times over by now.

“I’ve been wa