Chapter 726 The Interrogation
Those hunting dogs would have gone mad, tearing two people down to the bone with nothing left behind. A perfect way to erase evidence.
Yunice said coldly, “Didn’t you swear you wanted to be a good man?”
Wyatt’s tone was calm, almost flat. “With trash like him, if I don’t kill him, I won’t sleep at night.”
Hearing that he wasn’t joking, Yunice replied, “Send me your location.”
Her car screeched to a stop at the warehouse. Dressed in a black leather trench coat and gloves, she strode in.
Wyatt turned, eyes dark with jealousy. “Afraid the dogs will eat him, so you rush over yourself? Aren’t you worried I’ll get jealous?”
“Wow, jealous much?” Yunice dragged a chair over and sat beside him.
Wyatt lowered his gaze, watching her, and let out a soft laugh. “You’ve gotten funnier.”
“You started it,” Yunice snapped, her eyes turning toward the prisoners, her face cold.
She knew perfectly well Wyatt had only used them as bait to lure her here.
He slid his chair closer, leaning in. “I heard you’re reopening Saunders Hospital?”
Yunice’s voice was steady. “You stalk me like a lunatic, and you still need to ‘hear‘ about it?”
Wasn’t he the one who knew her every move better than anyone else?
Wyatt raised his wrist with a smirk. “And you’re no better.”
Her eyes fell on the bracelet at his wrist. He’d figured it out.
“You’ve been tracking me too, haven’t you? To know whether I’m safe, you gave me something so precious—I’m touched.”
That bracelet carried a GPS tracker. She had installed it to monitor his position, so she could decide her next move. She hadn’t expected it would fool him for long.
But even knowing it exposed him, Wyatt hadn’t thrown it away because Yunice valued it.
He said with a low chuckle, “Being watched by you personally–I’m one of a kind, aren’t I?”
True enough. She usually hired others to monitor people. Only Wyatt, she kept her own eyes on.
And Wyatt enjoyed it.
Yunice ignored him, her gaze shifting to Paul and Nora.
The two were tied back-to-back like a twisted couple, their mouths sealed with tape, eyes wide open as they watched.
Finally, Wyatt looked away from Yunice. He ordered, “Let them speak.”
The tape was ripped off, leaving their faces stung and twisted in pain.
At least they could talk.
Yunice didn’t ask Paul yet about the leverage he held over her. Instead, she said, “Last time the police raided the Jiang house, you were with Nora. She was caught. How did you escape? Where did you go?”
Paul had been starved for days, given only water. Even furious, his voice came out weak. “If you didn’t find me, that’s your own stupidity!”
Yunice didn’t rise to the bait. She pulled two small bottles from her bag and gestured for Scar to take them. “One on his chest, one on his back.”
She didn’t explain what they were. Scar hesitated, but when Wyatt didn’t object, he obeyed.
Paul’s eyes tracked the bottles, his expression changing as the caps twisted open. When Scar pulled open his collar, ready to pour, Paul’s voice cracked in panic. “Yunice, what are you doing!”
She tilted her head with a smile. “Right now, I’m the butcher, you’re the meat. What else can I do but whatever I please?”
Paul’s face twisted, spitting threats with what strength he had. “You wouldn’t dare! Touch me and you’ll regret it–I’ll make sure you die a horrible death!”
Wyatt’s gaze shot up, ice-cold and merciless. “Pour it.”
Yunice added evenly, “Careful–don’t get it on your hands.”
Scar nodded and emptied both bottles, dust coating Paul’s chest and back.
Yunice smoothed her coat and said lazily, “Shake him up.”
Scar gripped Paul’s shoulders and jerked him back and forth like a rag doll.
Nora, bound with him, was dragged along too, her face pale with terror.
Then Paul let out a sudden, blood-curdling scream.