Chapter 200

Tristan stared at the man's bloodthirsty glare and let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me, would you?" Connor's pupils shrank. He furrowed his brows. "I've had my doubts too. But it's like an unsolvable puzzle. I was just blindly chasing revenge, needed someone to blame. Tristan, just tell me—who's really behind all this?" Tristan pressed the gun right between his eyebrows. "Dying's easy. It's living that's the hard part. Sometimes, the truth is what really breaks you." He holstered the gun and stood up, voice cold to the bone. "If anything happens to my woman, I swear I'll put a bullet in your head." He turned and strode to the Land Rover, yanking open the passenger door. "Megan, are you hurt?" His eyes showed nothing but worry as he leaned in and unbuckled her seatbelt, undoing the ropes. Megan shook her head gently. "When the brakes hit earlier, the seatbelt dug into my belly. It hurt a little, but I'm okay now." Tristan glanced at the man lying in