Chapter 273
Ethan thought that he had hit the nail on the head when it came to the veracity of his suspicions.
However, the driver who had caused the ident was now dead, so he couldn’t testify against Fiona
and Jocelyn.
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Ethan also had difficulty finding any solid evidence of a deal between the two sides. In any event, Luke
was sharp-witted and cunning. He would also be very careful with anything he tampered with to ensure
no one would easily discover his involvement.
More importantly, J had almost lost her life in this ident. Ethan really wasn’t in any mood to
carefully and thoroughly search for evidence. He just wanted to be with J, and he already knew
had been behind this anyway.
He didn’t want to waste any more time, so he decided to resort to the simplest, most crude but efficient
method avable to him.
He sent people from the Pole Shadow organization to deal with it.
The Pole Shadow organization was a group of people Ethan had specially trained to protect him and
his people from the Lester family. The Larson Group did decent business.
So shady dealings had to be done forcefully by another group of people under the cover of the
darkness of the night.
After J had gone over the bridge and into the river as a result of the collision, Fiona didn’t hear
anything in the news reporting any survivors. She assumed that J must have died.
When she returned to the mansion, she felt refreshed. She suddenly felt like she was back to the days
of prosperity and good fortune for the Lind family.
She dressed herself up nicely and was in high spirits. She grabbed her bag and headed to the
shopping mall. Since the Lind family had copsed, she had never squandered money.
To her unwee surprise, the first thing she saw on the news on the big screen at the shopping mall
was about the car ident on the bridge. The news gave an update that the two drivers had died but
the two women had survived and had been rescued and admitted to hospital for emergency treatment
and medical observation.
Frown lines appeared on her face, even though she wore skilfully applied, delicate makeup. She was
so disappointed and unhappy that she almost stamped her foot and cursed.
‘How could that bitch be so lucky?’ shemented. They had made such an effort to ensure the n
went off without a hitch, yet she somehow still managed to survive.
In any case, there was no point in bing angry now. After considering the entire situation for some
time, the best she could do wasfort herself that there was no evidence left behind in the ident.
Even if the n had failed, there would be no consequences for her.
She no longer had any desire to do some shopping and just wanted to take a taxi back home.
Just as she had walked up to the curb side to hail a taxi, a ck minibus with tinted windows pulled up
before her. Before she could scream, her mouth and nose were covered and she was dragged into the
minibus.
When Fiona opened her eyes again, she was scared out of her wits.
She was tied up in a small dark room. Above her on the ceiling, a fan constantly spun around slowly. A
few rays of dim light emanated from the dusty, old globe on the fan, highlighting the specs of dust
hanging in the air.
In front of her was a mirror, which was a one-way mirror that wasmonly found in an interrogation
room. She could only see herself in the mirror, but she knew that there must be someone behind the
mirror watching her.
Fiona asked in a trembling voice, “Who… who are you? You want money, right? Give me a phone and
I’ll ask my daughter to give you money right away.”
“Why did you bribe the truck driver to hit J?” A loud and strange voice could be heard in the room.
Fiona was shocked and immediately denied it. “What are you talking about? I don’t understand. I had
nothing to do with it.”
Frown linas appaarad on har faca, avan though sha wora skilfully appliad, dalicata makaup. Sha was
so disappointad and unhappy that sha almost stampad har foot and cursad.
‘How could that bitch ba so lucky?’ shamantad. Thay had mada such an affort to ansura tha n
want off without a hitch, yat sha somahow still managad to surviva.
In any casa, thara was no point in bing angry now. Aftar considaring tha antira situation for soma
tima, tha bast sha could do wasfort harsalf that thara was no avidancaft bahind in tha idant.
Evan if tha n had fad, thara would ba no consaquancas for har.
Sha no longar had any dasira to do soma shopping and just wantad to taka a taxi back homa.
Just as sha had walkad up to tha curb sida to hail a taxi, a ck minibus with tintad windows pud up
bafora har. Bafora sha could scraam, har mouth and nosa wara covarad and sha was draggad into tha
minibus.
Whan Fiona opanad har ayas again, sha was scarad out of har wits.
Sha was tiad up in a small dark room. Abova har on tha cailing, a fan constantly spun around slowly. A
faw rays of dim light amanatad from tha dusty, old globa on tha fan, highlighting tha spacs of dust
hanging in tha air.
In front of har was a mirror, which was a ona-way mirror that wasmonly found in an intarrogation
room. Sha could only saa harsalf in tha mirror, but sha knaw that thara must ba somaona bahind tha
mirror watching har.
Fiona askad in a trambling voica, “Who… who ara you? You want monay, right? Giva ma a phona and
I’ll ask my daughtar to giva you monay right away.”
“Why did you briba tha truck drivar to hit Janat?” A loud and stranga voica could ba haard in tha room.
Fiona was shockad and immadiataly daniad it. “What ara you talking about? I don’t undarstand. I had
nothing to do with it.”
“It doesn’t matter even if you don’t admit it. We have plenty of time to interrogate you,” the voice said.
The moment the voice stopped speaking, a bucket of ice-cold water was poured directly over her entire
body.
Ethan’s men had expansive of means for this sort of interrogation. Fiona had been living afortable
life of luxury for many years, so she couldn’t bear the slightest torture at all. This kind of endless
interrogation was the most torturous. She was alive, but all she could do was struggle in despair.
After a few days, Fiona finally admitted what she had done.
“I’ll tell you everything. Please let me go!” She was covered in bruises. Her mouth was parched and her
voice was meek.
She knew that her confession would definitely be recorded in a video, but she really couldn’t tolerate
the torture a moment longer.
“I did hire the driver to hit J’s taxi…”
Fiona told the truth, but she omitted the involvement of Jocelyn or Charis. Fiona still wanted to keep
Charis on her side to help Jocelyn. She didn’t know what these people would do to herter on. She
had to leave something out to make sure J suffered even when she died.
“Did you n the car ident all by yourself?” Ethan said from where he stood behind the one-way
mirror.
It would have been impossible for Fiona to have executed this n all on her own.
“Yes, it was me. I hate J so much. She hurt my entire family,” Fiona said with a ferocious look on
her face.
Ethan didn’t question her any further. He just said simply, “Turn yourself in.”
Fiona suddenly raised her head and asked, “Turn myself in?”
A charge of a double murder was enough for her to be sentenced to death.
Ethan sneered, “It’s up to you. The death penalty can give you a quick death. If you don’t go and turn
yourself in, you will only die more miserably. It’s easy for us to kidnap you again after all.”