Julian's Stand in Wife

If only Sean were around!

Then, he and Sean could each coax one lady. If Sean were around, Julian wouldn’t need to coax Betty.

All Sean needed to do was to stand right there, and tell Betty to smile. Right after that, she would definitely flash her brother her brightest smile.

Ever since Sean joined the training squad, there was no one else at home who could handle Betty.

Julian suddenly really missed his son.

Meanwhile, Sean had never felt so terrified in his life.

After he found Leonard’s dead body, he didn’t contact Oliver.

He was even seen as a suspect for Leonard’s death, and was sent into the internal police station in the training camp.

It was clear that the training camp itself was a self-sustaining society. Everything here mirrored the actual society outside.

There were policemen who banned the suspect almost immediately.

Age posed no restrictions whatsoever here.

Abilities were the most important, followed closely by one’s family background.

Nobody Sean Winnington was small in stature, with no powerful family to back him up. The moment he was treated as a suspect, he was taken away without given any chance to explain himself.

He was locked up in a small, dark room for an entire day, deprived of even a drink of water.

His lips were dry and cracked.

Sean had thought of various ways to contact Oliver, but when he finally managed to dial his number, he was notified that Oliver’s phone was switched off.

The men guarding outside eventually realized that Sean had access to connection to the outside world, and cut off his signal source.

Someone from the police station came over to interrogate Sean. “Do you admit to committing murder?”

If outsiders were to see a young boy in handcuffs being interrogated, they would probably find the scene outlandish.

However, the training camp was governed by its own set of rules.

In their law, their interrogation of Sean was reasonable. Being subject to torture was allowed, too.

“I do not,” Sean said, still hoping to contact Oliver. That had been his only hope since he found himself implicated in this case. “I want to see the person-in-charge! Let me see him!”

chuckled. “What

something to provoke Leonard. That

as he spoke to

like

was fearful, but his gaze was

and yelled, “Put this on

departed from its original intention. It was no longer concerned with Leonard’s actual murderer, but with

police station of the training camp would lose their

trap resembled ancient torture

the fingers, and when the strings were tightened, the bones in the fingers would be crushed in an

were

almost slipped off his hand when

tighten the strings, it completely

said,

the finger trap, forced Sean’s fingers through it and

yelled

lips paled immediately. Beads of sweat rolled

Sean looked as if he was hauled out from a pond. He didn’t even have the energy to keep his

finally smiled. He crouched before Sean, the scar on his face deepened with age. Sean, who was already in a daze, saw a blur of many figures multiplied before him. The interrogator’s face looked as though it was covered with scars,

shock that one would feel when jolted awake in the middle of the night, by a sinister figure by the bedside

only Sean were

If Sean were

and tell Betty to smile. Right after that, she would definitely flash her

training squad, there was no one else at home

suddenly really missed

never felt so terrified in his

dead

seen as a suspect for Leonard’s death, and

clear that the training camp itself was a self-sustaining society.

policemen who banned

no

were the most important, followed closely by one’s family

Sean Winnington was small in stature, with no powerful family to back him up. The moment he was

dark room for an entire day, deprived of even a

were dry and

but when he finally managed to dial his number, he was notified

realized that Sean had access to connection to the outside world, and cut off

to interrogate Sean. “Do you admit to