Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )

Chapter 634

We might have to start looking for clues from Tristan now.

Zion said, "Tristan Lambert is currently 38 years old. He's married, but he and his wife have been living apart for many years, each living their own lives. He's quite the playboy and has yet to take over their family business, which is currently under the management of his older brother.

"Tristan is just your typical second-generation wealthy troublemaker who lives extravagantly on the company's fund and his family's support," he reiterated the facts on Tristan.

"We'll change our strategy this time to avoid alarming him. He might not tell the truth if we were to take him in for questioning or show up at his place directly," I whispered.

"So, we-" Eason looked at me.

"He'll surely feel guilty if he's responsible for Yvette's death. We'll lay out a suitable trap for him since he's known for his lechery." I studied Yvette's photo. "We could use makeup to imitate Yvette to lure him out and intimidate him."

Eason nodded. "Alright."

Tristan was intoxicated in one of the private rooms in Moonlight Bar. He had a beautiful woman in his arms as he smoked and danced in front of the screen.

"Drink up, Mr. Lambert." The woman poured him more alcohol, unaware of the undissolved white powder in his drink.

Feeling the effects of alcohol, Tristan slumped over the couch while laughing.

The door opened, and I walked in, holding a bottle of alcohol. I was dressed in a vintage plaid dress and wore similar makeup to Yvette.

Stunned, Tristan squinted before rubbing his eyes hard. The drug was clearly taking effect on him.

I smiled at him, "Drink up, Tristan."

Tristan sat upright instantly. His gaze was focused on me.

I poured him some alcohol before turning to leave. He scrambled up and came after me.

"Yvette?" he called out her name.

I swiftly walked into an empty private room. Tristan shook his head before following me in. "Yvette?"

I pushed him against the wall as soon as he entered the private room.

"You've ruined my life, Tristan-"My voice was tinged with anguish and intimidation.

Tristan was already trembling. "How... How did you manage to escape, Yvette?"

I snorted coldly. "You left me in that awful place, Tristan. I'm here to kill you!"

Tristan was shaking in fear. "Let's talk it out, Yvette! It wasn't me-it was my brother! Go to him if you want revenge!"