Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 610 Torture

Triss quickly answered the call.

Gwendolyn exchanged pleasantries with her for a while, then quickly cut to the chase. “Triss, what has Uncle David been busy with recently? I wish to meet with him. Is he available?”

Triss was puzzled. “Why do you want to meet with my dad all of a sudden, Gwendolyn? He’s not in Salinsburgh. He went on a business trip, and I don’t know when he’ll be back. Perhaps in a week or so.”

“Business trip?” Gwendolyn knitted her brows and pondered briefly. “When did he leave?”

“I think he left the night before yesterday.”

Gwendolyn chatted with Triss absentmindedly for a bit before hanging up the call. He left two days ago? That seems to be when Yael confronted Cedrick because of Xander’s matters. Cedrick questioned Grandpa that night but was angrily chased away by him. What a coincidence! Was it a mere coincidence that he left Salinsburgh right after that incident that night, or did he know something and decide to flee? David is not in Salinsburgh, Grandpa refuses to divulge any information, and Logan doesn’t seem to know a thing. Meanwhile, Yael continues to tangle with Cedrick. It looks like there isn’t any other way. We can only wait for Shadow Bell’s investigation to make progress and see if we can find some traces from the evidence and material that can help Cedrick

The next day, inside the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s detention center, Xander was almost going insane.

It had only been two days, but it felt like years to him. Every minute and second was torture.

He had gotten used to the stench of the toilet, which initially disgusted him. He even found it not as smelly as before.

Raoul and his group didn’t treat him like a human being but only as a tool for venting.

They would go over and beat him if they suddenly felt annoyed.

If the food they had weren’t delicious, they would give Xander a beating.

Even when their backs were sore from sleeping as they leaned against the wall, they vented their anger on Xander.

No matter what he said or did, as long as he was in that cell, his presence alone displeased them.

Any reason that might dissatisfy Raoul and his group could become a reason for Xander to get beaten up.

His once expensive gold-rimmed glasses were now completely distorted and lacked their original luster and luxury.

Xander was crouching in the corner of the toilet, holding his twisted gold-rimmed glasses. His high degree of myopia kept him on edge, forcing him to prick up his ears and listen intently to the noise outside. He always kept his guard up to sense if Raoul was going to find an excuse to hit him again.

he got severely beaten

hitting him, Xander would immediately beg for mercy and apologize. He was even

Federal Bureau of Investigation had already let

He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to survive in

pondered that matter, the sound of the door being unlocked came from

doors striking were particularly jarring in

hugged his knees,

prison guard was sending their meals or water, but whenever that happened, Raoul

trembled all over. He clenched his teeth and gulped the metallic taste of blood in his oral cavity.

echoed

listening to the reverberation, Xander could feel the newcomer’s mighty and

Unless the things were placed very close to his eyes, everything appeared

dare to look up as he tensely and quietly listened

second, someone touched his arm, trying to pull him up

panicked and shouted desperately, “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Don’t hit me, please! I can bark like a dog. Woof,

at me.” A man’s familiar voice

hit me. I know it’s my fault. I really

to argue with him and

police officers grabbed Xander’s arms and

in the cell for two days, not given even a sip of water

drag Xander out of the cell and throw him

hit me. I’m sorry…” Xander continued muttering the same two sentences, clutching his head with blood-stained

Xander’s wrists, forbidding him from

placed them on Xander’s face before grasping his chin, forcing him to raise his

glanced up

expression.

my lesson. I won’t repeat this mistake anymore. Please let me go. I’ll get tormented to death

chin. “You should thank me. If it weren’t for me, not only would. you be beaten, you’d also be humiliated, becoming

me, preventing me from being humiliated. I’m very grateful for your help. I’ll never oppose you anymore.

up for two days, having to grovel and cry for mercy, Xander seemed to have genuinely learned his

gazed at Xander, indifferently taking in his subservience and