Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk-Chapter 917: The Woman Who Would Rather Die Than Speak
Research Institute, Basement.
Louis Hayes quickly pulled up the data on the woman posing as a doctor.
Originally named Anastasia Hall, she was once involved with some big shot. After being kicked out, she lurked in the shadows, occasionally taking odd jobs, not exactly clean in her dealings.
At this moment, her hands and feet were bound with iron chains, standing in a "T" shape in front of Jasper Sinclair.
"Last name Han?"
He was too disdainful to speak Anastasia’s name; he merely wanted her to understand that her background had been exposed, that she needed to think before she spoke.
Anastasia was indeed surprised.
She had a protector, and finding out her identity in such a short time wasn’t an easy feat.
"Who are you?"
Outsiders only knew of a decisive man in the business world named Jasper Sinclair.
Those who had seen his true face and could recognize him at a glance were rare.
Anastasia took this job but unknowingly offended someone she shouldn’t have.
Jasper did not want to waste words with her and bluntly asked, "Who sent you?"
"I don’t know."
To prove she was telling the truth, Anastasia added, "Since you could find out my information, you should know that in our line of work, leaking the client’s information is taboo. Of course, the client wouldn’t let you know either."
Jasper glared, exuding a murderous aura from head to toe.
Taking a deep breath, he said, "Tell me what you know."
"I’ve already said, the client’s information cannot be disclosed."
Jasper realized Anastasia was stubborn and abandoned the notion of polite persuasion.
He said, "The people here won’t go easy on you, let’s see how long you can keep that mouth shut."
With those words, Jasper gave a signal to his men.
"Smack—"
A calloused hand brushed across Anastasia’s face, swelling half of it.
Of course, Jasper didn’t personally do it.
He simply asked, "Ready to talk?"
"The client’s information cannot be disclosed."
Anastasia’s response remained the same.
"Smack—"
The second slap landed on the other side of Anastasia’s face, making it symmetrical.
"Talking now?"
The man’s anger was raging, veins bulging on the back of his hand out of sight.
"The client’s information cannot be disclosed."
Jasper didn’t want to waste any more time here; he had more important matters to attend to. He instructed his subordinates, "Keep at it until she talks."
"Understood."
He couldn’t believe Anastasia’s mouth was tougher than her face.
Louis Hayes followed Jasper Sinclair out of the basement.
"Screen the people Anastasia has contacted over the last three months, and also, keep an eye on Jenson Sinclair’s movements."
"You mean, suspect..."
"After the yacht incident, he’s desperate enough to do anything."
Jasper knew well that this cousin of his likely hated him to the core.
Bigger picture, the entire second family suite had already seen him as a thorn in their side.
After giving his instructions, Jasper left the research institute.
There were people at home waiting for him.
Even without seeing, he imagined Nora Northwood must be frowning right now.
There was quite a distance between the institute and Crimson Hill Villa, and coincidentally, they hit the evening rush hour, leading to severe traffic jams.
Jasper’s mood sank to the lowest, as the car barely crept forward a few meters each minute.
