My Wife Act Differently Behind Me novel Chapter 1131

"Do you think I'm more of a man than you are? It seems that you didn't understand what I was trying to convey. You see, it's not easy for you to die, but I won't let you get off with a quick death either. If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'll make it slow and painful." Jared said as though he was joking, making the others shudder.

"Jared Johnston, you should just die," the tattooed man retorted. "I won't tell you anything no matter how much you torture me."

"Don't speak too soon, now." Jared looked at him playfully. "So let's see. Can you still move your arm?"

The tattooed man's face were clenched and twisted, and his arm was trembling as it dangled limply at his side. "Jared Johnston, give me the antidote! Quick!"

Henry's henchman could not bear it anymore, as the excruciating pain in his arm had consigned him to a life even worse than death. Seeing this, Jared glanced at Claus with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I was right," Jared said. "He didn't last past fifteen minutes at all.'

Then, he looked at the tattooed man with a piercing stare, "The antidote is here, but you must first provide me with the answer to my question. So tell me, who sent you to assassinate Mr. Johnston Sr.?"

"I have no idea!"

'What a lame excuse' Jared glanced at Claus. "Give him some more."

Clause took a bottle of alcohol out and walked up to the man with the pentagram tattoo. The entire bottle of alcohol hovered in front of him, and though he had said that he was not afraid, he was, in truth, shaking with fear, as he knew he would soon have a taste of death.

"If you speak now, you can still survive, but if you drag on, I'm afraid it'll be too late for your arm," Claus reminded.

"You're just trying to scare me with that bottle of alcohol. At this point, you can just take a knife and plunge it through my chest instead," the tattooed man said, maintaining his stubbornness.

"Help him up." Jared placed the lighter away and sat back on his chair.

Jared's men proceeded to help him up. At this juncture, he was ready to talk, as looked at Jared with fear. He was shaking in fear, and his arm was limp.

"Who ordered you to do these things?" Jared's shot him a dagger of a stare.

"Can you give me the antidote first?" he said, knowing that he had to spill anyway, but he also wanted to save his arm.

"The antidote will be given to you, but it's too late for that arm. If you don't want to lose the other one, just tell me the truth. No tricks or you'll lose both of your legs." Jared eyed him as the air became chilly around him.