Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 1150

The young man glared at him for a few tense seconds before speaking up, "So, what do you want from me?"

"I'm here to make a deal. You spill what you know, and I'll get people on trying to save your hide. Whether they manage to or not, well, that's on you."

"And if I don't wanna talk?" the young man challenged.

"Simple. I leave, and you can kiss your ass goodbye," Tarquin replied with an indifferent shrug.

The young man ground his teeth in frustration.

He had anticipated Tarquin coming to him, but not like this. So calm, so detached. He had expected Tarquin to do everything in his power to pry information out of him, not act like he didn't give a damn.

The young man couldn't get a read on Tarquin's psyche and didn't dare push too hard. After all, staying alive was his top priority, and right now, Tarquin was his only lifeline.

"I don't know his real identity. All I know is there's a massive research facility beneath the newspaper office. They've been conducting experiments in secrecy, using the staff as their guinea pigs," the young man reluctantly shared.

"Guinea pigs?"

"Yeah, they'd inject us with stuff periodically, keep us under constant surveillance, taking notes on every possible metric."

they researching?" Tarquin

you are. All I know is that we

had worked at that newspaper too. Was she one of their

a brief silence, Tarquin asked, "What exactly does he

"Something vital to their research, incredibly important to them. Apparently, it's the result of over twenty

your parents died, they

had it, but then realized you

item would only be hidden somewhere connected to you, somewhere only you

you, from childhood up

trying to kill me too, why? How would he find the item if I were

didn't want you

what your mother took, they thought about@liminating you. However,

Tarquin remained silent, processing.

guarantee its truth," He added after a

longer look, then asked, "Have

us surface-level folks

there. And frankly, wouldn't want