Chapter 1107

Debra booted open the hotel room door and stepped in with several bodyguards. Robert had been handcuffed and tied to a chair. Blood was oozing from his injury, inflicted by Erica. A guard applied a basic bandage. Debra walked over and pressed her finger onto his wound.

Sweat instantly broke out on Robert’s face, and his lips lost all color.

“I’m not a complicated person. The only thing I’m good at is protecting my own,” Debra said coldly. “Marion is in the operating room right now, fighting for his life. I’m going to make you feel the same pain he’s going through.”

She signaled for a cart to be pushed over. The breakfast Robert had sent earlier was laid out. Debra picked up a cup of coffee, walked over to him, and pinched his nose. She poured the entire cup into his mouth in one go.

Robert’s shirt was soaked; his whole appearance was a mess. Yet he remained expressionless, as if incapable of feeling anything.

“So, you’re not afraid of death? Then maybe you care about someone else. Is it Theda?” Debra said, trying to provoke him.

Finally, Robert stirred, looking up and glaring at her.

“Looks like you care about her very much,” Debra muttered deliberately. “Originally, I had no grudge against Theda. If she wants the Nichols Group, I’d give it to her. But since you’ve attacked Marion, I’ll fight her to the end, regardless of whether it was her idea or not.”

“This has nothing to do with her,” Robert growled.

“Listen,” Debra interrupted, “you two are in the same boat. It’s either you or she who answers for this.”

She grabbed his jaw and continued, “And since you could get Drake to help you, it shows you two are close. You attacked Marion because you were afraid we’d go after Theda, right?”

Robert didn’t answer, but Debra was unfazed.

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“I’ve met a lot of stubborn people before. If I can’t get anything from you, I’ll go ask Drake. If Theda doesn’t know about this, it means you’ve kept your actions under wraps. Your identity isn’t so simple, right? A lackey for Theda? No, with your skills, you should be a hitman like Marion and Drake. Worked for Shawn before?”

Robert remained silent, but a small expression on his face betrayed his feelings.

She caught it and said, “You see, with the venom in your system, you won’t last an hour. Aware of its power, you’d better answer whatever I ask. Otherwise, after you die, I’ll have your body flown back to Seamar City and delivered to the Buchan Group. They will see your miserable end, and I’m sure Theda will be heartbroken.”

“You…”

“First question: What’s your name?”

Seeing his reluctance to confess, Debra pressed with a smirk, “You’ve got less than fifty minutes before the poison takes effect. Think carefully before you speak.”