Julian’s Stand-In Wife

If only Sean were around!

Then, he and Sean could each coax one lady. If Sean were around, Julian wouldn’t need to coax Betty.

All Sean needed to do was to stand right there, and tell Betty to smile. Right after that, she would definitely flash her brother her brightest smile.

Ever since Sean joined the training squad, there was no one else at home who could handle Betty.

Julian suddenly really missed his son.

Meanwhile, Sean had never felt so terrified in his life.

After he found Leonard’s dead body, he didn’t contact Oliver.

He was even seen as a suspect for Leonard’s death, and was sent into the internal police station in the training camp.

It was clear that the training camp itself was a self-sustaining society. Everything here mirrored the actual society outside.

There were policemen who banned the suspect almost immediately.

Age posed no restrictions whatsoever here.

Abilities were the most important, followed closely by one’s family background.

Nobody Sean Winnington was small in stature, with no powerful family to back him up. The moment he was treated as a suspect, he was taken away without given any chance to explain himself.

He was locked up in a small, dark room for an entire day, deprived of even a drink of water.

His lips were dry and cracked.

Sean had thought of various ways to contact Oliver, but when he finally managed to dial his number, he was notified that Oliver’s phone was switched off.

The men guarding outside eventually realized that Sean had access to connection to the outside world, and cut off his signal source.

Someone from the police station came over to interrogate Sean. “Do you admit to committing murder?”

If outsiders were to see a young boy in handcuffs being interrogated, they would probably find the scene outlandish.

However, the training camp was governed by its own set of rules.

In their law, their interrogation of Sean was reasonable. Being subject to torture was allowed, too.

“I do not,” Sean said, still hoping to contact Oliver. That had been his only hope since he found himself implicated in this case. “I want to see the person-in-charge! Let me see him!”

chuckled.

said something to provoke Leonard. That morning, he even hauled you

haughty as he spoke to

like hell,” Sean corrected

was fearful, but

trap and yelled, “Put

was no longer concerned with Leonard’s actual murderer, but with someone like Sean, who behaved ignorantly even after being locked

station of the training camp would lose

finger trap resembled ancient torture

was worn on the fingers, and when the strings were tightened, the bones in the fingers would be crushed

were

his hand

to tighten the strings, it completely fell

the interrogator said, “I’ll do

trap, forced Sean’s fingers through

yelled in

face and lips paled immediately. Beads of sweat rolled down his

out from a pond. He didn’t even have the

smiled. He crouched before Sean, the scar on his face deepened with age. Sean, who was already in a daze, saw a blur of many figures multiplied before him. The interrogator’s face looked

one would feel when jolted awake in the middle of the night, by a sinister figure by the bedside who was chuckling

Sean were

If Sean were around, Julian wouldn’t need

to do was to stand right there, and tell Betty to smile. Right after that, she would definitely flash her brother her

there was no one else at home

suddenly really

never felt so terrified

found Leonard’s dead

seen as a suspect for Leonard’s death, and was sent into the internal

was clear that the training camp itself was a self-sustaining

who banned the suspect almost

posed no

most important, followed closely by one’s

Winnington was small in stature, with no powerful family to back him up. The moment he was treated as a suspect, he was taken away

deprived of even a drink of water.Books

lips were dry and

he finally managed to dial his number, he was

Sean had access to connection to the outside world,