Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 610 Torture

Triss quickly answered the call.

Gwendolyn exchanged pleasantries with her for a while, then quickly cut to the chase. “Triss, what has Uncle David been busy with recently? I wish to meet with him. Is he available?”

Triss was puzzled. “Why do you want to meet with my dad all of a sudden, Gwendolyn? He’s not in Salinsburgh. He went on a business trip, and I don’t know when he’ll be back. Perhaps in a week or so.”

“Business trip?” Gwendolyn knitted her brows and pondered briefly. “When did he leave?”

“I think he left the night before yesterday.”

Gwendolyn chatted with Triss absentmindedly for a bit before hanging up the call. He left two days ago? That seems to be when Yael confronted Cedrick because of Xander’s matters. Cedrick questioned Grandpa that night but was angrily chased away by him. What a coincidence! Was it a mere coincidence that he left Salinsburgh right after that incident that night, or did he know something and decide to flee? David is not in Salinsburgh, Grandpa refuses to divulge any information, and Logan doesn’t seem to know a thing. Meanwhile, Yael continues to tangle with Cedrick. It looks like there isn’t any other way. We can only wait for Shadow Bell’s investigation to make progress and see if we can find some traces from the evidence and material that can help Cedrick

The next day, inside the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s detention center, Xander was almost going insane.

It had only been two days, but it felt like years to him. Every minute and second was torture.

He had gotten used to the stench of the toilet, which initially disgusted him. He even found it not as smelly as before.

Raoul and his group didn’t treat him like a human being but only as a tool for venting.

They would go over and beat him if they suddenly felt annoyed.

If the food they had weren’t delicious, they would give Xander a beating.

Even when their backs were sore from sleeping as they leaned against the wall, they vented their anger on Xander.

No matter what he said or did, as long as he was in that cell, his presence alone displeased them.

Any reason that might dissatisfy Raoul and his group could become a reason for Xander to get beaten up.

His once expensive gold-rimmed glasses were now completely distorted and lacked their original luster and luxury.

Xander was crouching in the corner of the toilet, holding his twisted gold-rimmed glasses. His high degree of myopia kept him on edge, forcing him to prick up his ears and listen intently to the noise outside. He always kept his guard up to sense if Raoul was going to find an excuse to hit him again.

had completely dissipated after he got

and apologize. He was even willing to grovel on the floor, so long as Raoul

detention center of the Federal Bureau of Investigation had already let

death. He couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to survive in

the sound of the door being unlocked came from outside the

doors striking were particularly jarring in the hushed cell.

shuddered, hugged his knees, and lowered his head.

or water, but whenever that happened, Raoul would definitely get irritated and vent his anger on

all over. He clenched his teeth and gulped the metallic taste of blood in his oral cavity.

the concrete floor echoed as the newcomer approached with each steady step.

could feel the

too poor. Unless the things were placed very close to his

he didn’t even dare to look up as he tensely and quietly listened to the sound of the boots getting

second, someone touched his arm, trying to pull

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Don’t hit me, please! I can bark like a dog. Woof, woof, woof!”

A man’s

was taken aback. He repeated hoarsely, “Don’t hit me. I know it’s my fault.

argue with him and simply ordered, “Take him away.”

police officers grabbed Xander’s arms and dragged him out of the cell.

chance to resist. He had been starving in the cell for two days, not given even a sip of water to drink, and

men to drag Xander out of the cell and

two sentences, clutching his

to bind Xander’s wrists, forbidding him from covering

slightly. Wearing a pair of expensive black leather gloves, Cedrick picked up a pair of glasses and personally placed them on Xander’s face before

the spectacles, Xander glanced up with

expression.

my lesson. I won’t repeat this mistake anymore. Please let me go. I’ll get tormented to death if I stay here any

Xander’s chin. “You should thank me. If it weren’t for me, not only would. you be beaten, you’d also be humiliated, becoming the

what Cedrick said, he would compliantly nod in agreement and apologize fervently. “Yes, you’re right, Cedrick. I deserve this punishment. You protected me, preventing me from being humiliated. I’m very grateful for your help. I’ll never oppose you anymore. I’ll leave Salinsburgh and resume working

locked up for two days, having to grovel and cry for mercy, Xander seemed to have genuinely learned his lesson