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.”

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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.

just a moment as his pupils shrank in shock. “Where am I? What are you planning

the people standing around him. None of

air of disciplined precision. They were clearly well–trained, their presence suffused with danger. But these weren’t the people from the Special

their restraint, confident they wouldn’t cross the line. He even had the nerve to to with and mock

things were

Special Operations Unit! Where’s Michael? Where’s Captain Cortez? I want to see him!

was wrong. Then, the faint sound of footsteps came from the long staircase leading int the chamber. The steady

was like a death knell to the robed

full view, the robed man’s composure completely shattered. His face turned ashen, and his pupils were filled with shock and

“Mr. Russell?–

would never have imagined, not in his wildest dreams, that the person behind his transfer

a moment of stunned silence, his mind raced. He forced a weak,

stammered, “M–Mr. Rusell! To what do I owe

with absolute power with a bone–chilling smirk, he asked, “You dared

culprit behind

this, the robed

that infected

to do with me, I