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.

moment as his pupils shrank in shock. “Where am

of the people standing around him. None of them

with an air of disciplined precision. They were clearly well–trained,

their restraint, confident they wouldn’t cross the line. He even had the

things were

from the Special Operations Unit! Where’s Michael? Where’s Captain

something was wrong. Then, the faint sound of footsteps came from the long staircase leading

sound was like a death knell to

descended, his shadow stretched long across the room, When the man finally came into full view, the robed man’s composure completely shattered. His face turned ashen, and his pupils were filled with shock

“Mr. Russell?–

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

mind raced.

Rusell! To what do I owe

approached step by step, exuding the icy dominance of someone with absolute power with a bone–chilling smirk, he asked, “You dared to threaten

Johanna was the one who made the call to Imogen, the culprit behind the entire scheme

this, the robed

infected Caleb

has nothing to do with me, I