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Chapter 273 - 188: The Truth, Raki Doesn’t Deserve to Be in Prison (Monthly Ticket Extra 3/4 Combined)_2

Chapter 273: Chapter 188: The Truth, Raki Doesn’t Deserve to Be in Prison (Monthly Ticket Extra 3/4 Combined)_2

Scholar meets soldier, a clear case made murky.

Unwilling to compromise, she had no doubt she would also be beaten.

...

Interrogation room.

Brian tapped on the table, "Just tell me how you killed the Masons, and yes, why you framed Mycroft. No nonsense, I’m not patient, and if you waste my time, I’ll send you straight to electroshock therapy."

"I don’t quite understand, Mycroft is my husband, how could I possibly frame him?" Heidilin’s face turned pale.

Something was off with this script.

Brian did as he said.

He directly pulled out a stun baton from the drawer, walked up to Heidilin, grabbed her soft long hair, and as she looked on in horror, he thrust it forward.

Zzzzap~

Accompanied by sparks and lightning.

Heidilin trembled all over like she was having a Parkinson’s attack, nowhere near her usually charming appearance.

Only when a foul smell filled the air did Brian stop.

Heidilin slumped in the chair, looking at Brian in terror, gasping for breath.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had been this disheveled.

Ever since she had mastered selecting targets and deliberately cultivating her disguise, no matter what she did, men would support her as if divinely assisted, living a life beyond her wildest dreams.

It was only Brian’s rough handling today that reminded Heidilin of her humiliating past when she was younger...

She still retorted stubbornly, "I, I don’t know what you’re talking about..."

Because admitting to a crime meant complete ruin, and her previous scheming would become a joke.

"Not talking, huh?"

Brian’s lips curled up, a sinister smile appearing on his handsome face.

He took out a stack of white paper and a bottle of water, covered her face with paper, and poured water on it.

As the paper absorbed the water, it slowly covered Heidilin’s face, even her nostrils, getting closer and closer, making it impossible for her to breathe.

This still was not all; Brian continued with the stun baton, electrocuting the struggling, screaming Heidilin, causing her to convulse and lose control of her bladder and bowels...

Damn!

He hated emotional con artists the most!

It was because of these Raki that his descendants’ genuine affection became synonymous with fawning, good men turned into the cursed in the eyes of these people, good women became targets of these Raki aiming to swallow them whole, deteriorating public morals.

Although he was Raki too, he at least had a bottom line, never scamming emotions or money, even taking his part-time job seriously and responsibly, never affecting others’ private lives, and even introducing them to business.

But this group had no bottom line at all!

These people, they truly deserved to die!

...

Under the merciless Great Memory Recovery Technique from Brian.

The half-dead Heidilin finally understood a truth: The men who had indulged her were either lustful or overly kind.

She thought by conquering men, playing with their emotions, she could get everything she wanted, merely stepping on them to climb higher, but it was only because those people had genuine feelings, willing to be stepped on.

In front of someone like Brian, who had no sympathy for flowers or beauty, she was just a joke.

"I’ll talk, please stop torturing me, I’ll tell everything!"

Heidilin, drained of all poise, collapsed pitifully on the ’treatment chair’, confessing through sobs:

"After I got older, I wanted to make my own way, using the hard-earned money I had saved to open a private cosmetic clinic, thinking of washing away my past identity to become a genuine upper-class lady.

But then several medical incidents happened, all of which I suppressed using various means.

This resulted in all my savings running out.

Later, while searching for new cosmetic medical technologies online, I met Mycroft.

He was perfect, had status and position, and was easy to deceive with little emotional experience. He was also kind, often sharing medical knowledge online which helped me a lot.

I looked for an opportunity to meet him after that, and he didn’t care about my advanced age.

He was really easy to please.

I became emotionally involved and wanted to truly spend my life with him."

"Wanted to?"

Brian sneered.

Such people were like addicts, greed as relentless as a drug addiction, never-ending, even if a billionaire stepped in, it wouldn’t satisfy their ever-expanding desires, inevitably backfiring.

"Continue."

Brian pressed the stun baton, producing a terrifying crackling sound.

Scared, Heidilin’s body shivered, and she hurriedly continued:

"After marrying Mycroft, I learned that he actually didn’t have much money.

Most of his money went to children born with illnesses as medical funds; he himself had low material needs, but it was too different from what I had imagined.

If not for his status, which gave me access to many resources I couldn’t reach before, I would have divorced him already.

During this process, I discovered something amazing.

Those older rich women, each looking so young and beautiful, I was younger than them but looked like an old woman, the prime of my life gone, my past sordid.

I tried my hardest to mimic their lives, wanted to blend in with them, but always felt an inexplicable barrier, treated politely yet distantly.

I shamelessly asked them about their beauty secrets, only to be ridiculed as lowly, unable to even touch the real circles.

I was very upset.

Seeing my low spirits, Mycroft took a risk, brought me to his workplace, and performed a procedure known as ’rejuvenation surgery.’

I’ve run a cosmetic medical institution and knew these things had serious side effects and risks, and was somewhat reluctant."

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