The Divorcee Amazed the World

“Speak! Who instructed you?” Jay grabbed Mike by the neck, his tone fierce.

Mike’s rough face was stained with blood, and he winced in pain. He spoke intermittently, “Tru-truly, no one. If there were, I would have confessed long ago. Even if you beat me to death, I, I still wouldn’t be able to say.”

Seeing that no matter how he was interrogated, Mike wouldn’t admit, Jay instructed the police officers, “Check his call records and find out who he has met recently.”

The police officers hurriedly responded, “Alright, we’ll start investigating right away.”

Afterwards, they regretted why they listened to him. Why should they? Although he was a retired member of a foreign paranormal unit, this was China, not abroad. There was no direct connection.

But they didn’t dare to say much. This group of people seemed quite special, with an air of importance, like they came from a big city and had significant backgrounds. These were not people low-level investigators could afford to offend.

Jay glanced at the clock on the wall, his face cold, “You handle the person; we’ll go back first. Although it’s an attempted rape, it has caused severe psychological harm to the victim. Please ensure a severe punishment, and I will follow up on the case at any time.”

Seeing him so resolute, the police officers didn’t dare to be negligent. One said, “Rest assured, we’ll handle the case impartially, without favoring anyone guilty.”

Jay responded indifferently and walked out of the interrogation room.

Helena approached, subtly observing him.

She had heard a loud noise and painful screams from the interrogation room.

Worried that Jay might be injured, especially on someone else’s turf, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him coming out unharmed.

The group exited the lobby and headed towards the parked cars.

Halfway there, the bodyguard’s phone rang.

He took it out of his pocket, saw the caller ID, and turned pale, hesitating to answer.

He held the phone as if holding a hot potato, hesitating for quite a while.

He nervously said to Helena, “Today’s incident was my negligence, my fault, and I deserve to die. However, could you forgive me and not let Mr. Santana know? We are also having a hard time with elderly parents and young children.”

He knew she had a good temper and a kind heart, hoping she would keep this matter quiet.

Helena remained silent for a moment before agreeing, “Alright.”

Despite the scare, she hadn’t suffered any substantial harm. These two bodyguards had traveled a long way with her, taking turns to protect her day and night in this remote place. Besides, Jay had already reprimanded him.

She wasn’t the type to hold a grudge.

The bodyguard thanked her profusely, “Thank you, Mrs. Su, thank you so much. We’re truly grateful.”

Helena nodded slightly.

The bodyguard dared to answer his phone.

By now, Willis had called three times.

Upon answering, a cold and displeased voice came from Willis, “Why did you answer the phone so late?”

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his words.

The bodyguard stopped in his tracks, cautiously saying, “I’m sorry, Mr. Santana. I was afraid of disturbing you, so I put my phone on silent and just noticed it.”

Willis, with an emotionless tone, asked, “Where’s Helena?”

The bodyguard looked at Helena, who was getting farther away, and lied, “Helena is staying at the guest house arranged by the archaeological team and is currently sleeping.”

Willis paused for a moment, asking indifferently, “Is that so?”

The bodyguard felt that something was off with his tone but persevered, “Yes, Helena is sound asleep. She worked hard all day, and she’s exhausted. Can you call her tomorrow? She’ll appreciate it.”

Willis cryptically responded, “Are you sure?”

The bodyguard, sweating, said, “I’m sure.”

The call ended with a busy tone.

Willis hung up.

The bodyguard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart pounding rapidly. He felt an ominous premonition, as if something unfortunate was about to happen.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

They got back into the car.

Returning to the guest house.

The person from the archaeological team, who came over to help guard the place, saw Helena returning. His gaze carried a somewhat strange look as he greeted, “Professor Parvis, you’re back.”