Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime Chapter 762 - 762 Assassin1

Chapter 762: Chapter 762 Assassin_1

“It’s not,” Alexander Sumrs held her tightly, “It’s a kind of neurotic drug that can make people feel irritated and agitated in a short ti. It might also cause drowsiness, weakness, and headaches as side effects. I just didn’t want him to get you! Purple, I couldn’t possibly kill you, nor do I have any reason to do so!”

“But I’m dead…” Purple Sumrs said.

She was dead, that was a fact.

“Even if I wanted you again, there was no need to kill you. I could have just killed Nathaniel Sumrs! Then pursued you openly and honestly!”

“Then why did I die?” Purple Sumrs was still caught up in this question.

If the drug wasn’t lethal, how did she die?

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Alexander Sumrs wiped the tears from her face and helped her up, “Co with to a place.”

Purple Sumrs let him lead her out, into the car.

Where the car was headed, she did not know, nor did she ask. She sat dull-eyed, staring out the window into the darkness, replaying every word Alexander Sumrs had said, recalling every detail she had found in the basent, trying to restore the truth.

In the end, she realized that no matter which version of the truth she considered, her death was inseparable from Alexander Sumrs.

Not reassured by her silence, Alexander Sumrs drove with one hand on the steering wheel, firmly holding her hand with the other; Purple Sumrs’s fingers were stiff and cold.

The car drove for a long ti, maybe two hours, perhaps even longer. Purple Sumrs doubted whether they were still in Clearwater.

Eventually, they arrived at a car recycling plant. The lights in the factory shed a ghastly pale over everything, and the old tal products reflected a cold light.

Alexander Sumrs pressed the bell at the large iron gate outside. After a mont, through the gate, he could see a limping old man, slowly coming towards them with the aid of a walking stick.

The old man must have recognized Alexander Sumrs. He didn’t ask any questions upon seeing him and opened the gate.

Purple Sumrs followed Alexander Sumrs inside, passing the front building, then pushing through a door, and on the inside, there was a dark underground passage.

A mix of the sll of blood and mold hit them, nauseating.

Purple Sumrs stopped in her tracks, vaguely guessing that this was the Howard Family’s “torture chamber.”

Alexander Sumrs pulled her along, explaining, “The person who killed you was an assassin sent by a great-uncle of the Howard Family. He disguised himself as an attendant to blend in on the yacht, and then, when you were alone, he pushed you overboard. It was to look like an accidental fall into the river, then he escaped underwater, unnoticed by anyone, and not on the list of suspects for the police. Professional killers are tight-lipped; it took so effort to make him reveal the mastermind.”

The sll in the torture chamber was unbearable, even with the ventilation fans buzzing constantly, the heavy scent of blood did not dissipate.

Fortunately, there were no shrill screams.

Since the Howard Family had quieted down, there were far fewer operations in the torture chamber; most of the prisoners were just hanging by a thread, barely alive.

Purple Sumrs looked straight ahead, trying not to see the miserable state of the prisoners around her.

Until Alexander Sumrs stopped in front of one of the racks.

There was a person tied to the iron fra, who was more like a walking corpse than a human: covered in blood from head to toe, naked and with no flesh unmarked, many parts pierced by syringes delivering nutrients, presumably to prevent too swift a death from the torturers.

“Make him speak,” Alexander Sumrs commanded the people in the torture chamber.

Soone threw a bucket of ice water onto the person on the rack.

It was truly ice water, containing small chunks of ice.

The person regained so consciousness, much like flipping a chanical switch, and emotionlessly began to speak, “…It was the second great-uncle who sent . He found out that Roy Howard was fond of Suzanne Saunders and wanted to kidnap Suzanne Saunders to threaten Roy Howard… Later, he heard that Roy Howard has hired a mage to perform a ritual for reviving the Thirteenth Young Master Howard, and the second great-uncle changed his mind. Woman or brother, he wanted to see how Roy Howard would choose…”

Listening to the flat, undulating tone, Purple Sumrs could imagine just how many tis this confession had been extracted under duress, how many tis it had been recounted.