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.

got severely beaten

would immediately beg for mercy and apologize. He was even willing to grovel on the floor, so long as Raoul would

detained in the detention center of the Federal Bureau of Investigation had

even imagine what it

sound of the door

sounds of iron locks and doors striking were particularly jarring in the hushed cell.

knees, and lowered his head.

water, but whenever that happened, Raoul would definitely get irritated and vent

over. He clenched his teeth and gulped the metallic

military boots striking the concrete floor echoed as the

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 eyes, everything appeared blurred to him.

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

touched his arm, trying to pull

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Don’t hit me, please! I can bark

me.” A

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

to argue with him

arms and dragged him

to resist. He had been starving in the cell for two days, not given even a sip of water to drink, and tormented by Raoul to the point of being disoriented.

his men to drag Xander out of

muttering the same two sentences, clutching his

Xander’s wrists, forbidding him from covering

them on Xander’s face before grasping his chin, forcing him to raise his head. “Xander, take a good look at me. Who am I?”

up

expression.

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

If it weren’t for me, not only would. you be beaten, you’d also be humiliated, becoming the most disgraceful descendant of

you anymore. I’ll leave Salinsburgh and resume working at the subsidiary company

manner before. After being locked up for two days, having to grovel and cry for