My Scheming Little Devil

As a result, a few months ago, this brat named Ling Kong suddenly appeared out of nowhere and was adopted by the Councilman and his wife, seizing the position of the heir.

He shattered the beautiful dream she and her husband had. How could she not hate this brat who came from who knows where?

Seizing this opportunity, she sowed discord between the Councilman and his adopted son, making the Councilman dissatisfied with this foster son, thereby ensuring that eventually, a good opportunity would come for her own son.

Ha, Ling Kong, whatever kind of person you are, just wait and see!

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When Yiyi woke up, she was no longer in the villa.

She had been taken to an intelligence department called the Eagle Department. The soldiers guarding her were not as polite as those in the villa before, handling her roughly and coldly, forcing her into the car, and then reaching a big gray-black building within a forest.

As Yiyi got out of the car, looking at that gray building nestled among the forest trees, the building appeared particularly gloomy and eerily silent, causing her heart to tighten with a sense of foreboding. Where was this place? Why had they brought her here?

Where was that man named Ling Kong? Was it he who had these soldiers bring her here?

Yiyi’s little face turned pale, remembering his foreboding and ice-cold expression when she had held him hostage, along with his sinister words, ’You will pay for this.’

She gave a bitter smile, the price had come so quickly; that he sought revenge against her!

The soldiers escorted her in and up to the third floor of the building, passing through an office hall where there were not many people.

There was only one middle-aged woman dressed in elegant clothes, wearing a beautiful dress adorned with soft embedded diamonds. It was Mrs. Yun, and beside her stood a middle-aged man, dressed in a black military uniform, with dark skin, bushy eyebrows, a fierce demeanor, and perpetually furrowed brows.

"Take her to the interrogation room inside." The man in military uniform glanced at Yiyi with a chilling glare that was no different from looking at a dead person, and with a wave of his hand, Yiyi was taken away.

Yiyi didn’t have the chance to see the man’s face clearly before she was led away.

Mrs. Yun showed a stern expression towards the man: "So it’s this girl, she indeed has some beauty, but falling into our hands means her life is worthless. You must find a way to extract a confession, make her admit to being a spy."

"Cousin, rest assured, you spoke well for me in front of brother-in-law, bringing me to this position. Naturally, I will repay your kindness. Don’t worry, who am I? Outside, people call me the Living King of Hell. No prisoner I’ve been in charge of interrogating has ever failed to confess." The middle-aged man, with a dark and sinister face, Black Ze Wolf, laughed sinisterly.

Mrs. Yun raised an eyebrow: "Just so you know."

She furrowed her brows again.

"But what if that girl isn’t a spy?"

Black Ze Wolf sneered, "Who cares if she is or isn’t, whether she is or isn’t, once she enters this hellhole, she will have to be. I have ways to make her admit it. Once she confesses, she will have the label of a spy, and if she’s so close to Aisha, sure enough, Aisha won’t be able to escape being tainted by association, bringing misfortune. So your cousin-in-law, loving his reputation as he does, surely cannot tolerate her, then you, Cousin, will become the only Governor’s wife."

"Good, but it’s coerced after all. If she later tells others she was forced to confess, that’s going to be troublesome." Mrs. Yun considered carefully.

"Don’t worry, as long as she admits it, once it’s recorded and the fingerprints are pressed, I’ll find a way to make her die, say she committed suicide out of guilt."