The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 192
When he regained consciousness, the man with the ghostly face removed his mask. Bathed in moonlight, his black eyes were cold and piercing as he stared at Nick with a chilling and bloodthirsty gaze.
Eric stepped forward and inquired, “Mr. Fallen, what should I do?”
“Tie up these two men and throw them in the car. As for Nick” Edgar’s voice trailed off, her eyes narrowing with ruthlessness. “Hang him up and take him to the prepared hut. Sheng Ge will be here in ten minutes.”
“Yes,” Eric acknowledged.
Nick was abruptly awakened by the sensation of cold water splashing on his face. As he opened his eyes, he realized his hands were bound, and he was suspended from the beams of a dilapidated house with his feet barely touching the ground. The position was incredibly exhausting, and his arms ached unbearably.
He chuckled softly.
The method of torture resembled a military tactic.
“What are you laughing at?” a deep voire intentionally lowered itself from the side.
Nick glanced in that direction and saw the same ghostly-faced man from before, leaning casually against a wooden pillar. His blue eyes remained calm, unaffected by any sense of panic as he continued to smile.
“I wonder what offense Edgar committed for the National Bureau of Investigation to come after me,” Nick spoke calmly, acknowledging the situation. “You want to arrest me.”
The ghost-faced man approached him, cutting straight to the chase. “There was a bottle of 5404 biochemical sample stolen from the laboratory recently. Upon checking the records, I discovered. you had visited the lab half a month ago.”
Nick refused to accept the accusation. “I wasn’t the only one who visited the laboratory. Why do you suspect me?”
“Because on the same day you asked Grace to go to the bar, someone coincidentally took out that bottle of potion and harmed someone. Are you trying to tell me it had nothing to do with you?” the ghost-faced man questioned.
Nick furrowed his brows. “How did you find out?”
The ghost-faced man removed his silver mask, revealing Edgar’s cold and handsome face.
Nick stared, his pupils filled with shock. “It’s you! How can you possess such a mask? I can’t believe the CEO of the National Bureau of Investigation is you!”
He had suspected something was amiss with Edgar and had dispatched someone to investigate. Edgar’s files appeared spotless. But”

No matter how simplistic the man seemed, it was inconceivable for him to have any connection to the National Bureau of Investigation!
Edgar narrowed her eyes, observing Nicle’s reaction intently.
Seeing Nick genuinely taken aback, she stated, “Seems like you stole that potion not because you discovered my whereabouts, but because you intended to harm Grace. You pretended to love her so
much, yet you were so malicious that you planned to use the $401 potion to destroy her.”
“I didn’t! I love her!” Nick vehemently denied.
Choosing to divert the topic, he sneered at Edgar. “Are you intentionally using the name of the National Bureau of Investigation to manipulate me? Do you honestly believe I’ll fall for it? Your identity is merely the CEO of the Fallen family in Frant City. Nothing more!”
Edgar’s gaze turned cold, and she remained silent.
Nick pressed on. “Today. I inadvertently stumbled into your scheme with Grace. How long do you think you can hold me captive? Tomorrow, my people will realize I’m missing, and they will launch a private operation to kidnap and attack the director of the secret investigation department. That’s a serious crime. Think about it!”
“Oh?” Edgar casually pursed her lips. Then go ahead and try. Let’s see if anyone will come to your
rescue tomorrow.”
Nick looked at her indifferent and composed face, then glanced at the ghost-faced man holding him captive. His thoughts began to waver.
This mask, representing the highest authority of the National Bureau of, was made
from sterling silver. It was a complex creation with a unique pattern, the only one of its kind in the world.
His heart started to tremble.
Outside, Eric softly knocked on the door. “Mr. Fallen, Miss Grace’s car is parked by the roadside. She’ll be here in two minutes.”
“Good,” Edgar responded.
She looked at Nick again and went straight to the point. “You took that potion half a month ago, but you only arrived in Frant City a week ago. So who gave you the medicine?”
Nick lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the ground. He chuckled without saying a word.
Edgar grabbed his hair, forcing him to meet his eyes. “You know very well the methods the NBI employs to extract information. Are you sure you won’t talk?”
Nick was instantly infuriated by his words. “How dare you!”
“Why wouldn’t I dare? Now that you know my true identity, based on your actions, do you honestly believe you can escape from here?”
As Edgar spoke, his eyes grew fiercer and fiercer.
Nick looked at him, momentarily stunned, before bursting into laughter. “You can’t possibly be the young master of the Fallen family, right? Who are you?”
The Mr. Fallen of the National Bureau of Investigation couldn’t possibly be just the CEO of a small-town company.
Edgar remained silent.
“You keep accusing me of having ulterior motives for approaching Grace. But does she know who you really are? Do you have no hidden agenda? What are you doing in front of her?” Nick taunted.
Edgar tightened his grip on his hair.
Nick felt his scalp being pulled painfully, but he quickly resumed his laughter. “Since you already know that it wasn’t sulfuric acid that day, you should also know that your days are numbered! I can’t have her, and neither can you!”
Edgar’s eyes blazed with fury. He released his hair and delivered a punch to his face.
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