Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1542

Elliot tightened his grip on her chin.

"I want you to tell me everything, step by step. How did you approach her? How did you succeed? Nana isn't stupid. If you approached her with that face, she wouldn't have let you into her car without suspicion. You've constantly mentioned Asher and Adora the past few days. Was that also under your boss's orders? Did he tell you to get close to the kids and find a way to take them?"

He tightened his grip as he spoke, anger and hatred blazing in his obsidian eyes.

Even his voice carried a hint of restrained fury.

The woman winced, feeling like her chin was about to be crushed.

Despite the pressure, she shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jenkins. I don't remember much. I really don't know. I was just following orders. Please, let me go."

Elliot chuckled, releasing her chin and straightening his sleeves.

Rising to his full height, he glared down at her with contempt.

"You will remember. No one knows the whole story better than you. I tried talking to you reasonably, but since you refuse to be honest, we'll have to use other methods."

She shivered, terrified.

If what he did earlier was him being reasonable, what would he do when he was not?

Just half an hour ago, she had been fantasizing about getting close to him.

However, she wanted nothing more than to escape from this terrifying man.

Elliot left the room without another word.

A minute later, the door opened again, and three men entered.

The woman recognized one of them.

It was Lance.

He rolled up his sleeves, looking intimidating and ready for action.

The woman backed away until she hit the wall, with nowhere to escape.

His response was emotionless.

Although it sounded like praise, it was devoid of any warmth.

Elliot finished his cigarette, snuffed it out under his boot, then re-entered the detention room.

The woman lay in the middle of the room, breathing heavily as her fingers trembled violently.

Her white dress was spotless, without any bloodstains, and her clothes were intact.

There were no visible bruises or swelling on her skin. Yet, she was drenched in cold sweat, and she trembled even more when she saw Elliot, clearly in immense pain.

The National Investigation Bureau was known for its effective and swift interrogation methods of tough criminals.

Elliot sat back in the chair, his expression indifferent.

"This is your last chance. Talk."