His Destructive, Toxic Love

Eliza wasn't mad at Casper. She just didn't want to go out for dinner with him. The ghost of his kiss still lingered on her lips. He wasn't embarrassed, but she definitely was. Just then, Dillon walked in.

Seeing Eliza, he gave a respectful nod, "Hello, Ms. Eliza."

After that, he quickly made his way over to Casper and whispered something in his ear. Their secretive conversation was beyond Eliza's hearing. Deciding she'd had enough, she took Brock's hand and left the room.

Inside, Dillon finished his report. Casper's face grew dark, his eyes sharp and filled with cold fury. "To think a father would want his own son dead over an illegitimate child. What a 'great' father he is." "Has old Mr. Casper been misled by someone? Could it actually be Zach's doing? Or maybe..."

Even wild animals don't harm their own offspring. It was hard to believe Tristan would want Casper dead. After all, he was the rightful heir to Welton International, as designated by Jeffrey. It was baffling.

Yet, everyone they caught pointed to Tristan as the mastermind, making it hard not to believe it.

"Find a way to bring Zach out and keep an eye on my so-called father until I get back to Falconridge."

Casper vowed to settle the score for every scar on his body with both father and son. "Understood."

After giving Dillon his instructions, Casper's face returned to a calm demeanor as he quickly exited the room to catch up with Eliza and Brock. Effortlessly, he lifted the little guy onto his shoulders, securing Brock's waist with one hand for safety, while naturally reaching out to hold Eliza's hand with the other. Irritated, Eliza shook off his hand. "Can't you be serious for once?"

"It's not every day we get to have a meal together as a family," Casper said, a hint of hurt flashing across his face, but he still reached out for her.

Eliza quickened her pace to keep some distance from him. If it weren't for their son insisting on eating something nice, she'd rather be home sleeping right now.

Casper had booked a table at one of Oak Falls most upscale private clubs. The place, with its small bridges and flowing water, was like a breath of spring in the cold early winter, full of life. en FindNovel

"Mr. Casper, look, ducks!" the little guy pointed out from his shoulder perch, all excited.

"Yes, a pair," Casper played along.

Eliza glanced in the direction of the ducks, her brow twitching slightly. They were clearly a pair of lovebirds.

"Mr. Casper, this way, please," a

waiter came over to guide them. The interior decoration brought the idyllic scenery indoors. As they crossed a small bridge, the waiter kindly

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Engrossed in the scenery, Eliza didn't notice the uneven ground beneath her feet. Her ankle twisted, and she lost her balance, almost falling. Casper quickly reached out, his long arm securely wrapping around her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

"Are you alright?" His warm breath tickled her ear.

A wave of embarrassment mixed with a strange thrill washed over Eliza. She slightly turned her head away, avoiding his intense gaze. "I'm fine."

Casper said nothing more, but he

firmly grasped her hand in his, refusing to let go. She tried to pull away a couple of times without success and, not wanting to cause a scene in front of the waiter, allowed him to lead her into the private dining room.

Brock was delighted, his attention entirely on the pair of lovebirds outside the window.

On the table, Casper's phone silently flickered. In silent mode, the screen dimly lit up, flashing the caller's name. ----Susan.

"Casper, your phone," Eliza reminded him.

"Just answer it for me," Casper's focus was entirely on Brock, not even bothering to look back.