Return of the Crowned Heiress

Hearing those words, Stephan’s expression remained calm and unreadable. His emotions were impossible to discern, leaving Stanley instinctively holding his breath He didn’t dare to look up or make a sound.

Stephan said lightly, “Bring him here.”

H

stephan had previously mentioned wanting to interrogate the man personally. However, since the captive was still in the

in the custody of the Special Operations Unit, their initial questioning had only scratched the surface. Stephan was far from satisfied.

The results were inefficient, and what they had extracted was far from end

Stanley immediately made arrangements. Half an hour later, the robed man was brought into the Russell residence’s secret underground chamber with his face covered

Before he was forced into a chair, the robed man was still sneering, speaking with a provocative tone. He assumed this was another tactic by the Special Operations Unit to break him and taunted, “I’ve already said everything I know. What now? Are you going to resort to illegal methods?

Those words barely left his mouth when the cloth covering his face was yanked off.

What greeted his eyes was a dimly lit underground chamber. The stack light illuminated his surroundings. He saw the grim electric chair he was strapped into, a his hands and feet were tightly restrained. Around the room, racks lined with an array of menacing tools glinted under the light.

man froze. His usual composure cracked for just a moment as his pupils shrank in shock. “Where am I? What

faces of the people standing around

one was cold and expressionless, standing tall with an air of disciplined precision. They were clearly well–trained, their presence suffused with danger. But these weren’t

fearless. He took full advantage of their restraint, confident they wouldn’t cross the line.

things

the Special Operations Unit! Where’s Michael? Where’s Captain Cortez? I

yelled angrily, panic setting in as he realized something was wrong. Then, the faint sound of footsteps came from the long staircase leading int the chamber. The steady rhythm of leather shoes tapping on

like a death

the room, When the man finally came into full view, the robed man’s

“Mr. Russell?–

like a sledgehammer. He would never have imagined, not in his wildest dreams, that the person

his mind raced.

“M–Mr. Rusell! To what do I

approached step by step, exuding the icy dominance of someone with absolute power with a bone–chilling smirk, he asked, “You dared to threaten me and now, you’re asking

was the one who made the call to Imogen, the culprit

the robed

that infected Caleb

has nothing to do with