The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 64

The dark basement was damp and cold, its rough walls barely illuminated by the faint light.

With a creak, the door opened. The sound of leather shoes on the concrete floor echoed in the silence, each step radiating an oppressive force.

"Mr. Shawn! Assistant Hawk!" The man in charge of the interrogation strode over.

"What did you get out of him?" Elias's deep, dark eyes were unreadable, his voice flat and devoid of emotion, naturally commanding a sense of awe and fear.

"Harry admitted he was the one who created the fake identities. But he says he doesn't know the person who ordered them. He claims the order came in a file folder sent directly to him, containing fifty thousand in cash and photos of the two individuals."

"Where is the folder?"

"He... he said it's missing."

Elias narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the man. "...Missing?"

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the interrogator.

"My men are searching Harry's house now. Please give us a little more time, Mr. Shawn. We will find that folder, even if we have to tear the place apart!"

"Three days at most. If you don't find it, you know who’ll take the fall."

The man's throat tightened. He quickly bowed his head. "Yes, sir!"

Elias looked over at Harry, who was hanging by his bound hands, apparently unconscious. "Cut him down. Wake him up."

The man nodded, immediately scooping up a ladle of salt water and striding over.

The icy, stinging salt water cascaded over Harry's head, seeping into the dozen or so lash marks on his body and his reopened stab wound. The shock of pain jolted him awake.

His pupils constricted. Seeing the man pull out a dagger, his eyes widened in terror. "No, don't! I was wrong! I was wrong! Spare me! Please, let me go! I'll never do it again—Aaargh!"

A flash of cold steel.

The rope snapped. Harry fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"You can all leave," Elias commanded.

Hawk and the other man exchanged a glance. "Yes, Mr. Shawn!" they said in unison.

...Mr. Shawn?

Harry, kneeling in pain, looked up in the direction of the voice. The room was dim, but he could still make out the man's face.

His mind exploded. His pupils dilated in shock.

It was Elias!

How could it be Elias!?

"Mr. Shawn!" Harry scrambled on all fours, crawling to Elias's feet. "I was wrong, I... I really don't know that person! If I had known they had offended you, Mr. Shawn, I wouldn't have dared to forge those identities, not for a hundred times the money! Mr. Shawn! Please, I'm begging you, be the bigger person, spare my worthless life!"

"I can give you a chance."

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