Chapter 990:
“Innocent?” Lucas pinned him with a steely gaze, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “What about my wife, then? Wasn’t she innocent?”
Brent’s face changed drastically.
But before he could say another word, Lucas gave the order, saying, “Do it!”
“Yes, Mr. Clark.” The bodyguard held the syringe as he slowly approached the woman.
Brent’s eyes went wide with desperation. “Fine! I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” At that point, there really wasn’t anything else he could do.
Lucas raised his hand.
The bodyguard carefully put the syringe away, then grabbed the woman and dragged her out of the room.
“Please let my wife go,” Brent begged again. “She really has nothing to do with this! She doesn’t know anything. Please, if you let her go, I’ll tell you everything. Everything!”
“Do you think you’re in any position to bargain with me?” Lucas spat. “You’d better confess while I still have the patience to put up with you. Tell me every single detail, or…” He didn’t need to finish his sentence.
“I will talk!” Brent took a deep, shaky breath. He spoke slowly, his voice sounding utterly defeated. “It was just any ordinary day. Someone came to our house and offered us five hundred thousand dollars to carry out a task for them. It seemed simple enough. At a certain time, I had to strike my brother’s chest with something heavy, right over his heart. Then, we were supposed to take him to the Grand Plains General Hospital.”
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After a pause, he continued, “He needed to undergo surgery, of course, and the doctors did their routine of asking about my brother’s medical history and checking whether he had any contagious diseases. We were instructed to hide the fact that he had AIDS. That’s it. That’s all, really. The person told us that once they confirmed the virus had taken hold, they would give us another five hundred thousand dollars.”
Brent’s breathing grew heavier. “A million dollars was just too tempting! How many years of hard labor on a construction site would it take me to earn that much? So, I…”
Lucas’ face darkened, his teeth gritted. “So you thought about how long it would take you to earn a million. I bet you never even considered if you’d live long enough to spend it all.”
Every word dripped with murderous intent. Brent’s ashen face grew even paler.
Truth be told, he had begun regretting everything the moment he had been captured and tortured.
Only then did it finally dawn on him that he and his brother had crossed dangerous people—the kind of people who could make their entire existence disappear with a single word.
“What did the person look like? Any distinguishing features? I need the time and date of their initial visit.” This came from Gordon.
Brent didn’t have the nerve to hide even a smidgen of the truth from them. He answered all of Gordon’s questions and provided everything he could remember about their mysterious visitor’s appearance.
When Lucas emerged from the room later, he still exuded a cold aura. “I want a thorough investigation into this matter!” he commanded. “Have people look into Verena and Kylee. Find out if they’re involved in this in any capacity!”
