Getting My Ex-wife Back

The doctor was also in a dilemma. Zorion looked at both Raeleigh and Jepherson. Both of them looked pale and had to be taken to the intensive care unit.

“Go ahead and send them to the ICU,” instructed Zorion. The doctor asked, “Mr. Jepherson is still holding Miss Anson’s hand. Should we put them in a separate room or the same room?”

“What do you think?” Zorion’s face darkened. The doctor immediately said, “I know what to do.”

Raeleigh and Jepherson were then transferred to the ICU. There was nothing Xanthus could say at this time, so he quietly followed them.

……

After taking care of Raeleigh and Jepherson’s hospital arrangements, Zorion left some of his men there and decided to head back to the restaurant. He knew he had to investigate who poisoned Raeleigh’s food.

The restaurant was owned by the Richards family themselves. Zorion suspected that this incident was most likely an inside job. If he was unable to find the culprit, then this restaurant would have to cease operations.

When Zorion arrived, Santiago was sitting in one of the restaurant’s private rooms while he dealt with the restaurant’s affairs. He had received a call from one of his men informing him that Jepherson’s operation was successful, but he still hadn’t regained consciousness.

There were about a dozen people in the private room. Among them were three of the restaurant’s managers, two front desk managers, and five waiters. One of the chefs had run away while Santiago hadn’t looked for the others yet. They were in imminent danger anyway.

As soon as Zorion arrived at the door, he heard someone explaining, “Mr. Santiago, please spare us. We weren’t aware that their food was poisoned. We do not know who did it.”

“Then all of you deserve to die! I want each of you to take a sip of the soup. If you finish the soup, then this matter is over. If I have to force you to drink it, then I’m not going to go easy on you.”

Santiago faked a smile. The manager who was on his knees turned around to look at the bowl of soup that was on the table, sobbing.

“Mr. Santiago, I swear we don’t know anything about this. We would never dare to poison anyone!” The manager said as tears rolled down his cheeks. Santiago was in an extremely bad mood. He was capable of doing anything at this point. The manager was aware that Santiago was capable of killing them and feeding their remains to his dogs.

However, the manager did not want to die. He did not want to leave his family behind.

Zorion stood at the door and listened for a while before entering the private room. When Santiago heard the sound of the door opening, he briefly looked at Zorion. He was unhappy and in a bad mood.

Zorion sat down and took out his gloves as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

Rossie really did not like watching people being tortured. It reminded her of the time when Zorion went to her house and forced her to marry him.

Rossie entered the room and stood by Zorion’s side. Zorion was feeling a little hot, so he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons on his shirt.

Zorion remained seated and did not say a word. However, some of the people recognised him. “Is that Zorion?”

Zorion slowly looked up and glared at the person outside the door. Fear suddenly surged through them.

Rossie glanced at Zorion and realised that he evoked fear in everyone.

It was as if Santiago didn’t see Zorion. He continued asking the manager who was kneeling on the ground, “If you don’t want to drink the soup, then you ought to tell me everything! I want to know where he lives, who he is and his name. Does he have any family? How much did he pay you to put poison in the soup?”

“Mr. Santiago, I really don’t know.” The manager tried his best to convince Santiago.

Santiago chuckled. “It seems like you’re not going to give up until you are consigned to the grave.”

“Mr. Santiago, I swear, I have no idea who did it!” The manager continued to beg. Santiago picked up the bowl of soup and glanced at Jacky’s men. The two of them walked over to the manager and they grabbed each of his arms.

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Santiago pried open the manager’s mouth and poured half a bowl of soup into his mouth. The manager sat on the ground and shoved two fingers down his throat, trying to make himself vomit.

Santiago threw the bowl on the ground and looked at the manager. “Tell me what you know or I’ll make you drink another bowl!”

The manager spat out the soup and crawled before Santiago’s feet. He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy again. Rossie felt sorry for him.

Just as Rossie was about to speak, Zorion said, “Don’t interupt!”

Rossie immediately shut her mouth and looked at Zorion. She didn’t dare to say anything.

Santiago glanced at the glass bottle beside him before picking it up and smashing it onto the manager’s head. Blood immediately dripped down his head.

Everyone in the room were frightened by Santiago’s actions. Santiago tossed the bottle to the side and knelt down to look at the manager whose face was full of blood. “If you dare to eat the broken glasses on the ground, then I’ll let you off the hook.”

The manager trembled inside as he stared at the glass on the ground. He reached out and was about to pick up the glass but pulled back at the last second. “Mr. Santiago, please trust me. I swear, it wasn’t me! I didn’t poison the soup.”

“Really?” Santiago sat back and said, “You’re the manager of this restaurant. No one is allowed to enter the kitchen without your permission and now you’re telling me that you did not poison the soup? Do you think I would believe you?

You keep saying that you didn’t do it. Who are you convincing? You can only defend yourself. You can’t defend anyone else.

If you don’t tell me today, fine! I still have plenty of ways to make you tell the truth. Once you’re dead, the truth will come out.”

Santiago raised his head to look at his surroundings. “I, Santiago, will not let anyone leave today.”

“No one is allowed to leave this place until I say so.”

“If you tell me who did it, then I will let all of you go and find the person instead.”

“I’ll give each of you a piece of paper. I want you to write down who did it. Those who don’t know, well, you have no choice but to stay here.”

After Santiago finished, his men handed the employees each a piece of paper and a pen. Their hands were trembling as they accepted the paper. They hurriedly walk over to a corner to write down the person’s name.

While the rest of the employees were writing, Santiago looked at the manager and said, “I’m giving you another chance. Are you going to tell me or not?”

The manager shook his head and said, “Mr. Santiago, I don’t know who did it. I really don’t!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. I’ll find your family first.” Santiago looked at the others around him. Jacky helped to collect the papers. When he reached one of them, he stared at the person. The person immediately looked away.

The manager’s whole body stiffened when he saw the man stepping back.

Santiago took the paper and read the name on it. He stared at the words for a while before asking the manager, “One last time. Are you going to tell me who did it?”

The manager was stunned. He suddenly grabbed a piece of glass from the ground and put it in his mouth. Santiago ignored him. As a result, he did not swallow it. Instead, his whole mouth was badly mutilated that he nearly cut his own tongue off.

“Mr. Santiago…”

The manager opened his mouth and the glass immediately fell out of his mouth. His whole mouth was filled with blood.

Santiago chuckled. “Those who betray the Richards family will not die. Those who betray me and my brother will not die either.

But…

I will make sure that they suffer.”