Chapter 220
"Mr. Krueger, Brett''s back in J City, and there''s still no news about the ore from Starry Brilliance
Ind. Do you think it''s already been moved to J City?" A standing subordinate with gold-rimmed
sses respectfully asked the man lounging on the sofa.
The man was sitting there rxed, with his long right leg casually resting on the coffee table, a
tablet in his right hand, and a cigarette in his left hand. As his fingers moved slightly, blue-gray
smoke rose, and the ashes fell to the ground with sparks.
Hearing his subordinate''s words, he took a drag on the cigarette and nced over at him.
The subordinate immediately shut up, not even daring to breathe. With just a look from the man, he
knew that he couldn''t afford to disturb him now, or the consequences would be miserable.
As the room quieted down, the man continued to stare at the screen, watching a one-hourvideo.
The sound leaked out as the video yed; it was the clip he had recorded when he tortured Izabe
in the past.
Seeing exciting parts, he licked his lips, and his eyes shed with a bright light. Izabe''s pitiful
expression as she was tied to the wooden board made his heart race.
The sadistic side of him that he had suppressed deep inside was bursting out as he watched the
video. The adrenaline rushed through his veins, and even his fingertips were trembling with
excitement.
Izabe was both interesting and beautiful. She might not be the most beautiful woman he had ever
seen, but something about her resilience was irresistible. Other women would probably break easily,
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Seeing Izabe''s calm face gradually crumble and beg for mercy on the ground brought him
immense satisfaction, and he often desired to possess her.
What a pity that he knew she was Brett''s woman, and he wasn''t interested.
He couldn''t help but wonder what Brett was thinking when he picked up the ragged woman that day.
Did he particrly want to kill him?
The man''s mouth curled up in a teasing smile, and as he watched Izabe in the video crying out in
pain from the hallucinogenic injection, he paused the video and reyed it.
He had watched this clip hundreds of times and still hadn''t grown tired of it. It was just a whim to
y with her, but he didn''t expect to be so obsessed.
He even wanted to capture Izabe again and keep her in a cage in his basement for his daily
amusement.
This rare obsession with something that belonged to Brett was fascinating, yet frustrating.
As long as it was Brett''s, he wanted it. If he couldn''t have it, he would destroy it.
But he didn''t want to kill this woman; even though he had been so cruel to her, he remained
strangely attached.
For someone who enjoyed tormenting others, Izabe was the first person he didn''t want to kill
outright. An unusual emotion welled up inside him, causing him to crush the cigarette in his hand
and flick it urately into the trash can.
"J City?" He rewound the video to hear Izabe''s words. It did look like she said J City.
The sound was damaged, and even at the highest volume, it was hard to decipher. When he had
used a lie detector on Izabe, she had repeatedly imed not to know anything about it.
The lie detector proved she was lying, butter, he found out that the lie detector had been broken
from the start.
So did Izabe lie? Did she know about the ore on Starry Brilliance Ind?
"Can you tell what she''s saying?"
The subordinate listened closely and hesitated. "It should be J City," he said, considering that during
the video, the man was holding a map and asking if J City was the ce, so she might have replied
ordingly.
"Should be?" The man yed the video further and suddenly smiled mysteriously.
The subordinate became anxious, with his legs shaking, and he didn''t dare say a word.
"I thought she was saying J City, too, but when I saw her expression afterward, I realized she wasn''t
saying those words." Izabe''s subsequent expression seemed to be mocking herself, and he
already had a guess that was getting close to the correct answer.
With a smack, he tossed the tablet aside.
"What she just said was not J City, but Brett." He also heard her snarl, "I hate you."
The subordinate didn''t initially agree but after being reminded, the more they listened, the more they
found it reasonable. . The lip shapes did match.
This was too intriguing...
The man''s eyes brightened as he learned the truth. The fact that Izabe could transfer her hatred
to Brett suited him perfectly. As long as she hated Brett, she could be manipted and help him get
the ore.
What could be more mesmerizing than being hated by the person you love the most?
"You just said Brett went to J City?" Asked the man.
"Yes, he took a flight at two o''clock this afternoon." Replied the subordinate.
The man''s face gradually returned to calm. He stared at the tablet on the coffee table, leaned back
against the couch, and crossed his legs.
The subordinate didn''t interrupt him.
After a while, the man muttered to himself, "Since Brett''s gone to J City, Izabe must be there too."
The subordinate thought for a moment and replied, "There was indeed a woman with him, but she
seemed to have amnesia."
"Amnesia?" The man squinted.
"I just got the news. Brett has kept it a secret, so we need to investigate further." Answered the
subordinate.
The man listened quietly, pondering why Izabe merely had amnesia after the five injections, while
others would have gone insane.
His hand rested on the couch armrest, and his fingers tapped lightly—a moment of silence.
"Book me a flight to J City for the day after tomorrow." Ordered the man.
The subordinateplied and left the room, whilst the man continued to watch the video, his
natural smile gradually disappearing.
One y just wasn''t enough—he wanted to possess Izabe wholly.
"We''ll meet again soon."