Spoiled by Mr. Russell

Rhea watched Mike’s expression and maintained her posture without moving. After a while, she slowly withdrew her hand as if she had already believed him.

However, Mike remained motionless, leaning against the wall desolately. “Just kill me. Kill me, and I’ll be relieved!”

“What are you talking about?” Rhea said coldly. “You don’t want to save your son anymore? Do you honestly think he’s already dead?”

“Whether he’s dead or not, what difference does it make? Can you help me save him? Alexander couldn’t do it, so how can you?” Mike turned to look at her and noticed the long needle she was holding.

The needle was no ordinary sewing needle or a regular hospital needle. It was longer than usual.

‘If that’s what Rhea pressed against me earlier, it’s safe to assume it can pierce my clothes and penetrate my internal organs.’

that thought, Mike broke out

remained nonchalant and glanced at him, saying, “How do you know

organization is, so how can you expect

Rhea remained unbothered and calmly said, “Ever heard of ‘practice makes perfect?’ Besides, not knowing the organization’s location doesn’t mean I don’t know how to save your son. It

are you saying?” Mike instantly became alert,

believed the “boss” was an executor, and the organization decided everything based on their intentions. However, Rhea claimed it was solely the “boss’s” idea to kidnap

wanted to die? Weren’t you just asking me to kill you?” This time, it was Rhea who taunted

if you kill or tear me

would I want to tear you apart? I’m not experimenting,” Rhea scoffed, casually retracting her needle. She continued, “Let me tell you something. The situation with your son was the

Mike wanted to hear Rhea’s words, whether true or false. After all, he could only discern the truth after listening. However, he would remain in the

“Also, your son doesn’t hold