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Diego had actually called them on his way here, knowing Griffin might be up to something. "It's a murder case," one of the police stated. Griffin didn't refute; instead, he was crying. "I'll kill you, Diego!!" he roared as they finished handcuffing him. "I'll fucking kill you!" Griffin was sent to jail, and Diego swore never to let him out. After burying the butler, Diego sat in the church, staring at the altar before him. Romeo adjusted his suit and went to sit beside him. "You called," he said.

Gatlin asked as he looked at Griffin, there is no Ford’s property on Griffin’s name then why did Ashford want Griffin. Griffin took a deep breath as she replied, “he wanted to rape me” both Gatlin and Adair’s minds move around in shock, after knowing Griffin hi his sister Ashford still wanted to do that to her “is he mad or what?” Adair asked after digesting the words Griffin saying, there is no way Griffin lying to them as she lost her mother but to confirm there isn’t any witness left as Ashford killed all of Gatlin’s man protecting Griffin but if what Griffin saying is right then Ashford’s mental conditions aren’t right. “don’t worry, nothing is going to happen again” Gatlin promised as h

He would never be able to forgive himself, if it was her and he had just left. "Xander you were out of control. I could lose everything if this gets out. Let's just go" "No. You can go back if you are not comfortable but I'm not leaving". The fact that Griff was the one insisting on returning and he wanted to stay was ironic. It had taken Griff hours to convince him to leave Tithen and now the tables had turned. "But you don't know anything about this realm", Griff argued. This was one of the few times that he could be very annoying. Fine, he had sealed himself but that didn't mean that he needed to be babysat. He still had combat skills as well as weapons when necessary.

She found Griff in his study, calmly reading the newspaper as though nothing extraordinary had happened the night before. "Why isn't she waking up?" Grace demanded without preamble. Griff looked up from his paper with an expression of mild surprise, as though he had forgotten all about their argument. "You know, I should really be upset about last night," he said conversationally. "You betrayed me, Grace. I mean, I thought that no matter what happened, you would always be at my side. I thought I could count on you to support my decisions, but instead you went behind my back to help my prisoner escape."

"Three years, Griffith. You had countless chances to tell me the truth. Instead, you kept it from me. And in the end, you even had my womb removed—to make room for her child!" Tears blurred my vision, hot and unrelenting. The pain, the humiliation, the betrayal—I had held it all inside for too long. I refused to waste another second on him. Without another word, I turned and climbed back into Talassa's carriage. The wheels creaked, and soon, we were back on our original path. I stole one last glance out the window. Griffith stood there, motionless. He looked hollow, as if his soul had been torn from his body.

I turned back to Griffin, my gaze icy. “You’re going to explain everything, Doctor. Every lie, every bribe, every single thing you’ve done. But not here.” I gestured to the guards. “Grab him.” The guards moved swiftly, pinning Griffin against the wall. He struggled, his belt still undone, but it was useless. His protests were weak, his fear overwhelming him. “You can’t do this!” he squeaked, his voice high-pitched and panicked. “What have I done?” “What have you done?” I repeated, my voice dripping with venom.

The thought of delivering the babies still hasn’t sunk in because I was more focused on Martha’s case. Another day passed, the news broke my peace when Detective Martin called in at around ten in the evening and told me that Griffin escaped prison. I asked him how it happened but all of them didn’t know. I made sure that I locked all the doors in my house in case he would come here and finish his revenge on me.

The Griffins’ ancestral tomb was located in Linix. However, for the Griffin family members in the Qing Eliminating Society, if the British Lord ordered him to return to Linix to guard the ancestral tomb, it was tantamount to being exiled in ancient times. Once they went, they could only spend the rest of their lives there. Tarlon was extremely panicked. He slapped himself fiercely twice, continuously groveling and crying out, “I am guilty! I am guilty! Thank you for your forgiveness, British Lord!” Fleur ignored him and said lightly, “Go and make the arrangements as I’ve instructed!”

Griffith might be a bit pissed that I’d slipped out, but I was sure that he’d agree that it really was better this way. He wasn’t interested in me as a woman. He’d ignored me for years. The only reason he’d given me the time of day tonight was because I had evidently stumbled into some sort of undercover operation. God, I’d made a fool out of myself, practically swooning when he’d slid his fingers into my hair, the tug having my nipples going hard, and when he’d talked about how wet my panties would be, how much I loved being bared in public… I’d been unable to hold back a moan. To be honest, even his talk about spanking me… his fingers running across the buckle of his belt… all of that had

However, that night Griffith asked Emile to trade places with him. The moment Griffith sat down at Emile's place, a bullet pierced his skull from the back!. Griffith didn't have any time to react. Before he knew it, his soul left the world. It was a clean assassination. The bullet that was meant for Emile, struck his most trusted aid. The bodyguards didn't have enough time to react. The moment they determined the trajectory from which the bullet traveled, the culprit was already gone. Emile bursted out crying when he saw Griffith's body on the ground. He had a roller-coaster of emotions. First, the overwhelming anger which consumed him when he saw Griffith's body I'm front of him. He couldn'