Chapter 688

Elliot glared at Romello with hostility. His mind was buzzing from the shock, and he clenched his fists so hard that veins were popping out. Romello enjoyed the surprise and rage on Elliot's face, laughing as he left the conference hall. Soon, only Logan, Lance, and Howard remained in the hall. Howard approached to console Elliot, "Don't believe Romello's words. Nana must be doing this to help you secure Clear. She surely doesn't genuinely want to marry Nathaniel. I suspect it's a fake wedding!" Elliot gazed at him, asking, "You knew all along and intentionally deceived me?" Howard avoided his gaze, somewhat lacking in confidence. "Yes." Elliot exuded an icy aura, a storm brewing beneath his obsidian eyes. "Arrange a private jet immediately. We're flying to Laubabwe tonight!" As he walked toward the door, intense pain gripped his chest. Suddenly, a metallic taste surged in his throat, and he felt suffocated. After taking a couple of floating steps, he spat blood onto