Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1205 - 1183: Looks Like You Really Enjoy Being Treated This Way by Men
Yes, how could she still hope that he was here to save her?
The last time in Mexico, she had deceived him once. It took a lot to be with him, and now she left the Ning Family secretly to take the blame for her brother.
His feelings for her should have already died, no longer holding any hope for her. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
Qiao Yongyong slowly sat down, saying nothing more, facing him.
He flipped open the transcript with his long fingers, his eyes fixed on the paper: "The arms case in the Gulf of Mexico five months ago, one of the parties involved was the Longding Society. Your confession states this arms deal was entirely planned, arranged, and traded by you."
"I’ve said it hundreds of times. Yes, this deal was indeed handled entirely by me."
"This deal is worth over fifty million US Dollars, totaling more than three billion RMB. Such a big deal, your brother wouldn’t be aware of it? Would he assign it all to you?"
"Yes. My brother has health issues. Many business deals have been handled by me alone over the past few years, and this arms deal is no exception. My brother was not aware of it. So, please stop pursuing my brother any further and stop issuing a warrant for him, just bring me to justice!"
He coldly surveyed the little wildcat who had bitten her jaw tightly in front of him, silently standing up, walking past the table, and approaching.
His intimidating presence loomed overhead, and she shivered, not responding yet when he grabbed her by the collar and easily lifted her up with one hand, mocking ruthlessly: "Do you think you alone can take the blame for your brother? You’re not qualified."
She still bit her lip firmly, repeating: "Anyway, I did it."
As long as it stretches to the trial, conviction, and sentencing, she would win, and her brother would be safe.
Her long hair was tightly grasped, tugged upwards, a sharp pain shot through her head, and before she could cry out in pain, he harshly pinned her against the wall with a "bang," locking her left hand in handcuffs, rendering her immobile.
He pinned her tightly to the wall, turned around, opened the drawer with a clatter, and pulled out the police baton.
She knew he was about to subject her to harsh punishment again, she suppressed her inner fear, her lips curled into a menacing smile as intoxicating as poppies: "Trying to beat a confession out of me again? Go ahead, I’m not afraid. Lately, I’ve experienced even more terrifying punishments. Do you think I’m afraid of a few whips from you?"
’Even more terrifying punishments,’ those words briefly froze him without being easily noticed.
Based on his experience, he realized what she meant.
For a female prisoner, men all know what the most terrifying punishment, the one most likely to break her, would be.
His grip on the police baton spontaneously crackled.
She continued challenging his patience, the smile at the corner of her lips growing stronger: "...Three men, I can handle all of them. Do you think I can’t handle your police baton?"
Behind the smile was deep despair.
Good.
This way, he would be even more disappointed in her, more easily disgusted by her.
His cold eyes turned extraordinarily chilling, taking a few strides to her, harshly lifting her emaciated chin, eyes usually composed now blood-red like a demon’s, seemingly visualizing her being pinned to the ground by three officers, suddenly tightening his fingers, almost digging into her tender skin.
A beauty like hers, in this hellish police station prison, being ogled by these male officers, was very normal indeed!
He was well aware that in America’s police stations, some officers were downright corrupt cops, not unlike the Mafia Gang, capable of anything with pretty female prisoners.
The veins on his forehead gradually throbbed, a blizzard slowly enveloping between his brows, adding another layer of ruthless coldness to his form: "You’d rather endure such torment than confess about your brother?"
"I’ll say it again, everything was done by me, it has nothing to do with my brother."
He raised the police baton fiercely, whipping it mercilessly towards the girl in front of him!
With one lash, her prisoner’s uniform was completely torn apart, revealing white skin marked with crisscrossing red lines!
The rounded fullness on the side swayed subtly in her painful trembling, silhouetting temptingly!
Even he hesitated with the police baton, breath slightly heated!
She bit her lip painfully, yet stubbornly remained silent, catching him staring at her now mostly naked body, she weakly laughed: "Nie Shao, you are just like those filthy police, all so vulgar..."
His face grew even more terrifyingly dark, turning to the corner of the interrogation room, raising his hand to turn off the interrogation camera.
He then took two steps to the door, locking it with a resounding boom!
Before she could react, he was back in front of her.
His sinister eyes harboring immense fury made her tremble with fear, only to hear his voice:
"It seems you enjoy men treating you like this. Even in prison, no exception."
As his voice fell, his large hand rose!
She felt the remaining clothes on her body tear apart completely with a "tear"!
Her body completely exposed!
Her hair was roughly pulled up by him, and her legs were forced apart, entangling around his lean waist!
Her whole body was pinned against the wall, suddenly understanding what he intended to do, her eyes widened.
This was a police investigation room!
He dared to vent his rage on her in such a place, such a circumstance!
But clearly, the beast inside him had already been ignited by her!
Her most tender and sensitive part grew cold as she felt an all-too-familiar part of his body forcefully intrude!
......
After almost animalistic ravaging, Qiao Yongyong passed out completely.
Nie Yixiao, with a cold expression, went out, had a female officer bring in a new set of female prisoner clothes and dressed her before having the officer escort her back to her cell.
Only then did he sit back by the table, loosening his collar, and breathed slightly.
The female officer saw the bruised and marked traces on Qiao Yongyong, marks from biting, fierce kissing.
Her inner thighs also bore signs of ravage.
It was clear what she had been through, unable to suppress a chill, glancing at the oriental man by the table.
God, how terrifying, this oriental man was even harsher than typical police officers.
No wonder he had been through ISM, no wonder even the chief invited him for assistance, trusting him with the Mexican case despite him being an outsider.
After the female officer led the half-faint Qiao Yongyong away, the interrogation room fell silent.
As if nothing had happened.
Only the lingering scent of passion in the air indicated the scandalous scene that just played out.
Footsteps sounded outside the investigation room.
The guards who traveled from China entered the room.
No need to ask, just looking at the master’s current uncontrollably dark expression knew the result of the interrogation.
Qiao Yongyong still hadn’t renounced her confession, insisting it was her doing.
The guards fell silent, the mistress had endured so many tortures but still refused to talk, clearly determined to take the blame for Qiao Zonghan.
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Today’s four updates are finished. The story is nearing its end.
