The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson Chapter 770

Chapter 770
“Does Grace like your Strange Uncle?”
“Yes.”
Without hesitation, Grace nodded heavily.
Casare raised his hand and touched Grace’s nose.
“Very good.”
Casare put Grace down and said to her, “Grace, you and the
bodyguard go ahead and get the doctor over here.”
When Grace heard her father tell her to call the doctor, she
quickly ran off happily on her little short legs.
Amon stared at Grace’s back running away, the tension in his
heart slowly eased.
Casare walked up to him and condescended to crush his
hopes.
“Did you think that I intentionally kept Grace away because I
didn’t want her to see the bloodshed?”
asare lifted his leather boots and stepped on Amon’s wound, bending down slightly.
“After watching the video, I’ll take you and Grace to play a round of life and death games.”
Amon had seen Casare’s means before, but he did not want Grace to experience them.
After all, Grace had called Casare dad for nearly six years and was really treating Casare as her father.
If it’s because of hatred for him that crushed Grace’s trust in a father.
Then Grace’s pure heart would certainly not be able to bear it.
He would rather Grace not know that he was her real father
than to have Grace’s heart broken.
With that in mind, Amon grabbed Casare’s ankle and spun it hard, causing Casare to be dropped to the ground.
Amon braced himself and stood up from the ground. His clenched fists made him look like a ghost from hell.
Seeing Amon finally regained hope for his life, George’s blue
eyes showed a smile of relief.
With Amon’s pure melee skills, Casare couldn’t defeat him.
The only downside was that Casare had a gun.
However, as long as Amon took Casare’s gun, dealing with Casare would not be a problem!
Unfortunately, Amon was injured.
He only dueled Casare for a while before he was shot in the other leg, again, by Casare!
“Amon!”
George screamed and struggled to save Amon, but Casare stomped hard on his back.
“Dr. George, don’t struggle, today is Amon’s day to die, no one can save him.”
Hearing this, George looked up at Casare in disbelief.
“You knew he was the heir of the Yardley pack, and you dared
to kill him?”
So what if Casare was the adopted son of the Aronland royal
pack?
Amon was the heir to the Yardley pack. If Amon was killed, the
Yardley pack would let Casare be buried with him, and even the Aronland royal pack will be retaliated!
In order to kill Amon, Casare did not even want the royal power and fame that he had worked so hard to obtain?
Of course Casare wanted the power, fame, and wealth of the royal pack, but that did not stop him from wanting Amon to die…
He stepped on George’s back and looked down at him.
“Dr. George, do you know who tampered with the test?”
George raised his blue eyes and stared coldly at Casare.
“Who else but you?”
The corners of Casare’s lips were raised, and a treacherous smile appeared in his eyes.
“You’re so smart.”
George paid no further attention to Casare, but looked up at Amon, who was on his knees and his whole body trembling with pain.
“Amon, you should believe me now, I didn’t lie to you.”
He had always been honest and never deceived his patients in his Stella career.
Now he was very angry because he was set up by Casare.
He couldn’t understand how there could be such a disgusting and annoying person like Casare in this world!
Casare could feel George’s anger, and he raised the corners of his lips and smiled calmly.
“Dr. George, I can see the look of remorse on Amon’s face now, and I must thank you for your paternity report.”
George was so angry that his face was livid, and he wanted to get up and beat Casare hard.
However, he was tied up and couldn’t move at all. He could only clench his teeth and stare at Casare.
“Casare, you’ll get what’s coming to you!!!”
Casey sneered, “People, always believe in retribution. When I was a good person, I didn’t see G od treat me well. When I was a bad guy, I didn’t see Go d punish me either. Tell me, why would I want to be a good person for the sake of the word
retribution?”
George couldn’t agree with his fallacy, “It’s just not the time!”
Casare smiled, instead of arguing with George, he walked up to Amon.
“Come on, I’ll show you the video.”
The pale-faced Amon didn’t react in the slightest, as if he no longer cared what Rosalie’s last words actually said.
Or rather, he was afraid.
He was afraid that he had wronged Rosalie.
He was afraid that everything he had found was false.
He was afraid…
He dared not watch the video.
Yet Casare ordered someone to carry him up and take him into the home theater at the other end of the basement.
Amon’s waist was tied to the chair, but his hands and feet were not, which seemed to give him room to struggle.
The doors of the theater slammed shut. The lights dimmed and the huge screen slowly lit up…