Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 331: Who Sent You?

Serena Summers looked at Minister Ray with a speechless expression, "I’m just an ordinary girl, but they are all desperados who lick blood off knife edges."

Everyone: "..."

Do you have some misunderstanding about the term ’ordinary’?

Who was it that knocked down a group with a few silver needles last time?

Who prompted the National Security Department to deploy manpower to protect the Shaw Family?

And who was it that healed the CEO of Country C who was almost at his last breath?

If she had been ordinary, it would have been none of her business.

Minister Ray cleared his throat and said, "You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, but we only have a limited time to detain the prisoners. If we don’t find any evidence within 48 hours, we will have to release them."

"If after they are released they target the Shaw Family again, then we will not be involved at all."

Serena Summers frowned slightly, and her expression became somber.

After weighing her options, she reluctantly agreed, "Take me to see them. But let me say first, I can’t guarantee that I can definitely get anything out of them."

"It’s alright, just give it a try." Minister Ray spoke indifferently, seemingly not worried at all that Serena Summers might fail to get anything out of them.

It wasn’t clear whether it was because he had too much trust in Serena Summers or because he simply had no other option.

Serena Summers allowed Minister Ray and Zachary Parker to lead her to the detention room.

Several burly men, handcuffs on their wrists, sat despondently on chairs.

A few of them unconsciously tensed up and their pupils shrank upon seeing Serena Summers appear.

"You..."

"What? Afraid?"

Serena Summers seated herself in front of those men, her lips curved with a mocking smile.

The leader of the men gave her a sinister glance, then imperceptively lowered his gaze.

"Speak, who sent you here." Serena Summers crooked a finger, tapping the table lightly, her expression indifferent.

The men looked at each other, but none dared to speak.

Outside the door, Minister Ray and Zachary Parker stood, watching through the window.

Zachary Parker asked worriedly, "Minister, is it too hasty to let a young girl conduct the interrogation?"

It wasn’t that he underestimated girls, it was just that Serena Summers looked too harmless. Despite appearing somewhat aloof, she hardly had any deterrence.

Although he greatly admired Serena Summers’ intelligence and cleverness, interrogation was no small matter, not everyone could handle it.

Minister Ray waved his hand dismissively, speaking nonchalantly, "Just wait and see. The surprise she can bring to us will only be more, not less."

Since Minister Ray had said so, Zachary Parker couldn’t say much more, and simply continued to watch silently from the outside.

These people were tight-lipped, as if they had undergone special training. Judging from their overall demeanor and way of conduct, the people behind them were not simple.

Previously, many had taken turns, but they hadn’t managed to pry a single word out from these people’s mouths.

These individuals were indeed tight-lipped, having undergone specialized training and even specific courses, all to ensure they wouldn’t reveal their organization during interrogations.

However, they were facing Serena Summers.

Serena Summers only asked once; when they refused to speak, she didn’t continue asking.

Those people thought Serena Summers had given up and each showed a smug expression.

However, the next second, they saw Serena Summers take a silver needle out of her pocket.

The interrogation room was dimly lit, and the metallic material of the silver needle gleamed coldly under the light, making people shudder involuntarily.

The few who had been caught in the hospital all remembered the fear dominated by the silver needle and shivered violently.

The others, confused, straightened their spines, adopting a defiant attitude as if to say, "Bring it on, I’m not afraid of anything."

Serena Summers chuckled lightly, slowly approaching a familiar face.

As the man saw Serena approaching, he felt a lingering pain on his forehead and instinctively wanted to retreat.

He suddenly stood up from the chair, almost tripping over it as he moved backward, staggering and nearly falling to the ground.

"Don’t, don’t come any closer!"

"That scared of me?" Serena raised an eyebrow, murmuring in a low voice, "It seems your training isn’t very effective if you can’t even handle this little pain."

Those who had experienced that kind of pain couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of their lips.

Was that just a little pain?

It felt as if someone was torturing them with a knife, causing spasms throughout their bodies, to the point where they couldn’t even muster the strength to remove the silver needles.

Just thinking about that feeling of powerlessness made their scalps tingle.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m just helping you truly understand what it feels like to neither live nor die. Aren’t you used to seeing others in pain?"

Serena’s eyes were clear and flawless, her smile at the corners of her mouth innocent and harmless.

Yet the words she uttered were chilling to the bone.

But those who had been pricked by the needles dared not take her lightly, for they knew all too well that this girl, who looked like an angel, was more ruthless than anyone when she took action.

Even they, who were well-trained, felt inferior.

Thus, two different scenes unfolded in the room.

One group quickly rose from their chairs and huddled in a corner, watching Serena warily.

The other group looked at them as if they were fools.

Serena waved at the people outside the door, signaling them to come inside.

Minister Ray gave Zachary Parker a look, and after a moment’s hesitation, Zachary entered the room.

Serena instructed, "Just bring someone over, you, come here."

She casually pointed to a corner, her eyes and brows curved as she played with the silver needle in her hand.

Zachary did not know what she intended to do but followed her instructions, pulling over a tall and sturdy man with a black mole on his neck and bringing him in front of Serena.

The man’s gaze remained on the silver needle in Serena’s hand, his face twitching involuntarily as he tried to struggle.

However, Zachary was stronger, firmly holding down his arm and pressing him against the table.

"I’ll ask one more time, who sent you? What is your purpose?"

The man clenched his teeth and refused to utter a single word.

Running out of patience, Serena lightly touched the back of his ear and neck, and in an extremely swift motion, she inserted the silver needle into a specific spot at the back of his head.

Soon, the man’s originally expressionless face began to contort in agony, groaning painfully.

This pain was different than what they experienced in the hospital; at the hospital, it was a fierce pain, as if someone was tearing apart their flesh, intending to completely shred them.

This time, the pain was more prolonged, deepening slowly from the skin and gradually spreading to the internal organs, as if all the organs were being wildly churned in a meat grinder.

Witnessing all this, Zachary was stunned, releasing his grip instinctively. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The man was standing just fine initially, but as soon as Zachary let go, the tall figure collapsed straight down.