273: Chapter 188: The Truth, Raki Doesn’t Deserve to Be in Prison (Monthly Ticket Extra 3/4 Combined)_2 273: Chapter 188: The Truth, Raki Doesn’t Deserve to Be in Prison (Monthly Ticket Extra 3/4 Combined)_2 Scholar ets soldier, a clear case made murky.
Unwilling to compromise, she had no doubt she would also be beaten.
…
Interrogation room.
Brian tapped on the table, “Just tell how you killed the Masons, and yes, why you frad Mycroft.
No nonsense, I’m not patient, and if you waste my ti, I’ll send you straight to electroshock therapy.”
“I don’t quite understand, Mycroft is my husband, how could I possibly fra him?” Heidilin’s face turned pale.
Sothing was off with this script.
Brian did as he said.
He directly pulled out a stun baton from the drawer, walked up to Heidilin, grabbed her soft long hair, and as she looked on in horror, he thrust it forward.
Zzzzap~
Accompanied by sparks and lightning.
Heidilin trembled all over like she was having a Parkinson’s attack, nowhere near her usually charming appearance.
Only when a foul sll filled the air did Brian stop.
Heidilin slumped in the chair, looking at Brian in terror, gasping for breath.
She couldn’t rember the last ti she had been this disheveled.
Ever since she had mastered selecting targets and deliberately cultivating her disguise, no matter what she did, n would support her as if divinely assisted, living a life beyond her wildest dreams.
It was only Brian’s rough handling today that reminded Heidilin of her humiliating past when she was younger…
She still retorted stubbornly, “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
Because admitting to a cri ant complete ruin, and her previous scheming would beco a joke.
“Not talking, huh?”
Brian’s lips curled up, a sinister smile appearing on his handso face.
He took out a stack of white paper and a bottle of water, covered her face with paper, and poured water on it.
As the paper absorbed the water, it slowly covered Heidilin’s face, even her nostrils, getting closer and closer, making it impossible for her to breathe.
This still was not all; Brian continued with the stun baton, electrocuting the struggling, screaming Heidilin, causing her to convulse and lose control of her bladder and bowels…
Damn!
He hated emotional con artists the most!
It was because of these Raki that his descendants’ genuine affection beca synonymous with fawning, good n turned into the cursed in the eyes of these people, good won beca targets of these Raki aiming to swallow them whole, deteriorating public morals.
Although he was Raki too, he at least had a bottom line, never scamming emotions or money, even taking his part-ti job seriously and responsibly, never affecting others’ private lives, and even introducing them to business.
But this group had no bottom line at all!
These people, they truly deserved to die!
…
Under the rciless Great mory Recovery Technique from Brian.
The half-dead Heidilin finally understood a truth: The n who had indulged her were either lustful or overly kind.
She thought by conquering n, playing with their emotions, she could get everything she wanted, rely stepping on them to climb higher, but it was only because those people had genuine feelings, willing to be stepped on.
In front of soone like Brian, who had no sympathy for flowers or beauty, she was just a joke.
“I’ll talk, please stop torturing , I’ll tell everything!”
Heidilin, drained of all poise, collapsed pitifully on the ‘treatnt chair’, confessing through sobs:
“After I got older, I wanted to make my own way, using the hard-earned money I had saved to open a private costic clinic, thinking of washing away my past identity to beco a genuine upper-class lady.
But then several dical incidents happened, all of which I suppressed using various ans.
This resulted in all my savings running out.
Later, while searching for new costic dical technologies online, I t Mycroft.
He was perfect, had status and position, and was easy to deceive with little emotional experience.
He was also kind, often sharing dical knowledge online which helped a lot.
I looked for an opportunity to et him after that, and he didn’t care about my advanced age.
He was really easy to please.
I beca emotionally involved and wanted to truly spend my life with him.”
“Wanted to?”
Brian sneered.
Such people were like addicts, greed as relentless as a drug addiction, never-ending, even if a billionaire stepped in, it wouldn’t satisfy their ever-expanding desires, inevitably backfiring.
“Continue.”
Brian pressed the stun baton, producing a terrifying crackling sound.
Scared, Heidilin’s body shivered, and she hurriedly continued:
“After marrying Mycroft, I learned that he actually didn’t have much money.
Most of his money went to children born with illnesses as dical funds; he himself had low material needs, but it was too different from what I had imagined.
If not for his status, which gave access to many resources I couldn’t reach before, I would have divorced him already.
During this process, I discovered sothing amazing.
Those older rich won, each looking so young and beautiful, I was younger than them but looked like an old woman, the pri of my life gone, my past sordid.
I tried my hardest to mimic their lives, wanted to blend in with them, but always felt an inexplicable barrier, treated politely yet distantly.
I shalessly asked them about their beauty secrets, only to be ridiculed as lowly, unable to even touch the real circles.
I was very upset.
Seeing my low spirits, Mycroft took a risk, brought to his workplace, and perford a procedure known as ‘rejuvenation surgery.’
I’ve run a costic dical institution and knew these things had serious side effects and risks, and was sowhat reluctant.”
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