After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 49: Exposing the Hypocritical and Vicious True Face
Adrian Sutton’s lip curled into a cold smirk.
"I have a deal for you. Interested?"
The driver was panicking, in no mood whatsoever to make a deal.
"I’m not interested in any deal. Just let me go."
"Of course I’ll let you go," Adrian Sutton said.
"But before that, you’re going to tell me everything Mrs. Sinclair had you do last night."
At these words, a flicker of fear crossed the driver’s eyes, and he didn’t dare meet Adrian Sutton’s sinister gaze.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about."
Adrian Sutton’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you sure you don’t know?"
The driver insisted, "...I don’t know."
’If I betray the old matriarch, my life in Rhonia will be over.’
’This guy in front of me just looks like a lackey, trying to scare me with a tough act.’
"Excellent." Adrian Sutton smiled. "I have ten thousand ways to make you talk."
"What are you going to do?" The driver’s eyes widened in terror.
"I’m telling you, this is a society of laws! You’d better not try anything funny."
"Don’t be so nervous." Adrian Sutton patted his cheek.
Then he took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hand, and spoke to his bodyguard.
"Since he’s not cooperating with a civil conversation, he’s all yours."
The bodyguard nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir."
Seeing this, Claire Mercer couldn’t help but ask, 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Who is he..."
’He seems so respectful toward him.’
"Oh..." Adrian Sutton said. "He’s one of Silas Rowan’s men."
Bodyguard: ’Since when did I become one of Young Master Rowan’s men?’
It suddenly clicked for Claire Mercer. "No wonder he’s so respectful to you."
"But from the looks of it, you and Silas Rowan must be on pretty good terms."
"Yes." Adrian Sutton began to spin a tale. "I saved his life when we were kids."
"So he’s willing to help me out with small things like this."
Claire Mercer nodded thoughtfully. "I see."
"But I can’t keep calling in favors. People would look down on me."
"As for the interrogation, do you want to stay and watch?"
"No, that’s okay."
Claire Mercer recalled the bloody scenes from television dramas, knowing they would be deeply unsettling.
"Alright. Since he’s taking over here, let’s go get some breakfast first."
"You didn’t sleep well last night. After breakfast, you should go back and get some sleep."
Claire Mercer nodded.
She knew she shouldn’t be present for the coming interrogation.
The methods those powerful, elite families used for interrogation were beyond her imagination.
’But since this driver was Mrs. Sinclair’s stooge, he deserved to suffer a little.’
’He was the one who chose to help a villain do her dirty work.’
Meanwhile, after Mrs. Sinclair returned to the Sinclair estate, she was so furious she had to take two quick-acting heart pills just to calm down.
She had been seething the entire way back.
The thought of being outsmarted by that little bitch Claire Mercer only made her angrier.
’She, the grand champion of the Sinclair family’s internal struggles, had actually been played by a mere slip of a girl. How could she not be furious?’
"Where’s Gavin? Hasn’t anyone reached him yet?"
Gavin was the driver’s name.
The person in charge of contacting Gavin nodded timidly.
She’d had someone try to contact him the moment she left the hotel, but he had been unreachable ever since.
"What happened last night... could it be that Gavin betrayed me?"
’Otherwise, how could Claire Mercer have seen through such a flawless plan?’
The old nanny said, "Madam, Gavin has worked for the Sinclair family for many years. He probably wouldn’t, and he wouldn’t dare..."
"Think about it, he has no reason to betray our Sinclair family."
"Besides a pretty face, what benefits could that Claire Mercer possibly offer Gavin?"
"And the task you gave him was precisely to defile her. Why would he refuse?"
Mrs. Sinclair was so angry she was starting to get confused.
After hearing the old nanny’s words, she felt that it did make some sense.
"I doubt he’d have the guts," Mrs. Sinclair said.
"Besides, wasn’t Claire Mercer unconscious at the time?"
"Unless she sensed your plan and was only pretending to be unconscious."
"And we acted completely normal yesterday. How could Claire Mercer have possibly noticed anything?"
"That little brat was either putting on an act, or she had someone helping her from behind the scenes."
Mrs. Sinclair scoffed.
’She’s just an adopted daughter of the Mercer Family, with no power or influence. Who would risk offending my Sinclair Family to help her?’
Mrs. Sinclair was quite confident in the Sinclair Family’s power and status in Rhonia.
Plus, Claire Mercer’s social circle had always been small; she had investigated this thoroughly two years ago.
In the two years since her marriage, she had become even more of a recluse, spending all her time taking care of that precious grandson of hers.
’Where would she have met some powerful family willing to offend the Sinclairs just to help her?’
But despite her words, Mrs. Sinclair still felt something was fishy.
Otherwise, how could Cynthia Sinclair have ended up in the room she had specifically arranged for Claire Mercer?
"That little bitch..."
"She always pretends to be so gentle and obedient, but to think she’s this cunning."
Just thinking about Claire Mercer made the old woman’s chest tighten with a suffocating anger.
The old nanny asked, "So, what do you plan to do about this, Ma’am?"
Mrs. Sinclair said, "If she doesn’t bring it up, we’ll pretend it never happened."
"As for her wanting a divorce, that won’t happen unless Gavin finds a more suitable marriage partner."
"Otherwise, she can forget about leaving my Sinclair Family so easily."
"The Sinclair Family isn’t some place she can just waltz into and out of as she pleases."
"A member of my Sinclair Family isn’t someone for a little, ill-bred hussy like her to reject."
The old nanny said no more.
’But the old madam’s words were a bit too harsh.’
’When you really thought about it, Claire Mercer was quite pitiful.’
’Pitiful or not.’
’In the end, this was just her unfortunate fate.’
「Meanwhile, on Claire Mercer’s end.」
Adrian Sutton’s subordinate had already tortured the driver to the point of a mental breakdown.
It wasn’t through bloody, abusive methods of torture.
Rather, they had simply locked him in a confined space, inflicting psychological torment.
The driver’s resilience was fragile, and after no more than two hours, he broke and confessed everything.
After getting the recording of his confession, Claire Mercer’s hatred for Mrs. Sinclair made her gnash her teeth.
’Remembering that the old woman’s loving smiles had all been an act, a wave of nausea washed over her.’
’In front of others, the old woman put on a great show of protecting her.’
’Saying that Claire was the daughter-in-law she had hand-picked and that she had to protect her.’
’But in reality?’
’Behind her back, she used such filthy methods to plot against her.’
’One day, she would expose the old woman’s hypocritical, vicious true colors to the world.’
After the hotel incident, Mrs. Sinclair didn’t contact Claire Mercer again.
And Claire, for the time being, had no desire to play nice with them either.
Adrian Sutton had told her to wait for the right moment.
When the time came, not only could she smoothly divorce Gavin Sinclair,
but exposing the Sinclair Family’s true face would also be on the agenda.
And that moment arrived very soon.
