Chapter 228: How Could She Not Know?

“Really? We’re fortunate! We caught someone at random, and it turned out to be Frederick’s fiancée. Let’s report to Mr. Gonzales!”

“Sure!”

Two henchmen excitedly ran towards Alan.

“Great news, Mr. Gonzales! Wonderful news! Hahaha!”

“To threaten Frederick, we picked up a lot of people at random during the explosion at the Bright Night Hotel. Mr. Gonzales, guess who we caught?”

Alan was intently watching Frederick on the motorcycle racing across the screen. “Who?”

“Frederick’s fiancée!”

“Can you believe it, Mr. Gonzales!”

The two henchmen, beaming with pride, couldn’t stop grinning.

“Oh, this is really an unexpected surprise!”

Alan raised an eyebrow, put down his coffee, and followed the two henchmen to the room where Claire was being held.

“Mr. Gonzales, as soon as we realized she was Frederick’s fiancée, we put her in solitary confinement.”

“At first, she was covered in dust and grime, her face unrecognizable. We never expected her to be Frederick’s fiancée. After cleaning her up, we discovered it was indeed her!”

The two henchmen, following Alan, were vying for credit.

Alan, while appraising Claire, gave a thumbs-up. “You two have really done well! A reward of 100 thousand each.”

“Thank you, Mr. Gonzales!”

“Thank you, Mr. Gonzales!”

In unison, they jumped with excitement.

Claire remained motionless, sitting there, watching Alan and the two excited henchmen, not uttering a word.

“She is indeed Frederick’s woman, so calm and composed.”

After the henchmen left, Alan approached Claire, propped his foot up on the bed where she was sitting, and leaned in for a closer look.

“Do you have a grudge against Frederick?”

Claire thought about the henchmen’s reaction when they discovered her identity and the leader’s response. She wasn’t clear about the situation yet, but she had to remain calm no matter what.

“Why do you ask?”

Alan smiled but didn’t answer, instead asking Claire a question.

“My intuition.”

Claire thought about Frederick’s figure on the big screen and the reaction of Alan’s henchmen just now, and she guessed. But she didn’t know what was going on. It was best for her to bide her time. She kept quiet about seeing Frederick on the big screen.

“Intuition? A fine intuition indeed.”

Alan laughed instantly. “I suddenly feel that if you weren’t Frederick’s woman, you might become mine.”

“You know, I am also someone who loves to use intuition. Often, I decide a person’s life or death based on my gut feelings.”

“Like right now… with you!”

As Alan finished his last word, he swiftly drew a knife from his boot and pressed it against Claire’s neck.

Claire couldn’t help but clench her fists, her body beginning to sweat, but her face remained composed. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to calm down, and let out a dry laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Alan was indeed puzzled by Claire.

“I’m laughing because you haven’t done your homework. Are you planning to kill me? Or do you think that because I’m Frederick’s fiancée, you can use me to blackmail Frederick?”

Claire spoke calmly, trying to keep her speech steady so Alan wouldn’t see any sign of nervousness.

Alan didn’t speak, still holding the dagger to Claire’s neck, clearly waiting for her explanation.

“Could you remove the knife? It’s really making me uncomfortable. Do you really think I, a weak woman, could escape from you?”

Claire glanced at the knife on her neck. To be honest, with the knife against her neck, she was genuinely nervous.

“No one has ever dared to speak to me like this. Do you know who I am?”

Alan brandished the dagger and then put it away.

“Who?” Claire was genuinely curious.

“Do you know Mark?” Alan took out a pack of gum from his pocket and popped a piece into his mouth.

Claire’s heart lurched, and she turned to look at Alan. How could she not know Mark, the leader of the world’s largest terrorist organization? It was by eliminating Mark’s terrorist organization that Frederick made significant strides in his career. Also, because of Frederick, Claire had an in-depth understanding of Mark’s terrorist organization.

Bloodshed, slaughter, horror, and fear… No evil word could describe the terror of this organization. At this moment, all she could think of were the screams of women, the screams of children, the wails of the elderly, the heart-wrenching cries of babies, and various mangled bodies.

Alan was pleased that Claire didn’t say another word. He continued, “I am Mark’s brother!”