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.

completely dissipated after he got severely beaten

He was even willing to grovel

center of the Federal Bureau of Investigation had already

even imagine what it would be like to

of the door being unlocked came

of iron locks and doors striking were

knees, and

whenever that happened, Raoul would definitely get

teeth and gulped the metallic taste of

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

the reverberation, Xander could feel the newcomer’s mighty and oppressive aura.

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

dare to look up as he tensely and quietly listened to the sound of the boots getting

arm, trying to pull

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

look at me.” A man’s familiar

I know it’s my fault. I really didn’t

bother to argue with him and

Xander’s arms and dragged him

given even a sip of water to drink, and tormented by Raoul to

ordered his men to drag Xander out of the cell and throw him

muttering the same two sentences, clutching his head with blood-stained hands and

Cedrick instructed his subordinates to bind Xander’s wrists, forbidding him from

them on Xander’s face before grasping his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

the aid of the spectacles, Xander glanced up with all seriousness and

expression.

I won’t repeat this mistake anymore. Please let me go. I’ll get tormented

me. If it weren’t for me, not only would. you be

No matter 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 at the subsidiary company in the small county. I won’t come back except for Christmas. I won’t get in your way anymore. I just ask you to spare me this time and not send me to the high-security

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