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!”

interrogator chuckled.

said something to provoke Leonard. That morning, he even hauled you out of bed and threw you to the ground. It

haughty as he

didn’t hurt like hell,” Sean corrected

fearful, but his gaze was

angered the interrogator, who grabbed a finger trap and yelled,

original intention. It was no longer concerned with Leonard’s actual murderer, but with someone like Sean, who behaved ignorantly even after being locked up in here. He had

of the training

resembled ancient torture

when the strings were tightened,

were still

hand when they

to tighten the strings, it completely fell off

interrogator said,

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

Sean yelled

paled immediately. Beads of sweat rolled down his

looked as if he was hauled out from a

saw a blur of many figures multiplied before him. The interrogator’s face looked as

one would feel when jolted awake in the middle of the night, by a sinister

only Sean

and Sean could each coax one lady. If Sean were around, Julian

was to stand right there, and tell Betty to smile. Right after that, she

was no one else at home who could

really missed

had never felt so terrified in

dead body, he didn’t

as a suspect for Leonard’s death, and

training camp itself was a self-sustaining society. Everything here

who banned the

posed no restrictions whatsoever

followed closely by

The moment he was treated as a suspect, he was taken away without given any chance to

dark room for an entire

were dry

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

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

from the police station came over to interrogate Sean. “Do