Chapter 463

Before he could even wrap his head around what was going on, a sharp blade was already pressed up against his throat. The blade glistened with a dark sheen, obviously coated in poison. "Celeste, what are you doing?" Stunned by the sharp turn of events, Trent was at a loss at how to react. He had never thought that the day would come when his wife would threaten him with a blade against his neck.

"Stop calling me that. Your beloved Celeste died a few days ago." The woman smiled.

"You're not Celeste? Then who are you?" Trent's expression was one of utter horror and confusion.

"The Dark Lord is my master. Who do you think I am?" The sinister smile on her face remained unchanging.

"You're the Dark Lord's disciple?" Hector frowned. This was a grave matter. They had never expected the Dark Lord to plant a mole in the Harmon family disguised as one of them.

"So it is true that you're the one who poisoned Quentin! Guards! Get her!" Jacob ordered without further ado.

"Stand right there!"