Chapter 260
“No, I’ll talk,” Clarissa stammered anxiously. She didn’t want to die. Trembling, she continued, “You must promise me that if I tell you everything, you’ll let me go.”
“I can’t make that promise. But if you tell me, I’ll be more lenient with you,” Juan said.
Clarissa’s face paled, the reality of her situation sinking in like a stone. No matter what she said today, they wouldn’t let her off easily.
Juan looked down at the crumpled figure before him, his voice as cold as the Arctic. “Go to the police or into the black box. The choice is yours.”
Clarissa looked up into his cold eyes and finally gave in. “All of this… everything was…”
Just then, the sharp ring of the office phone sliced through the tense air. Joe answered. “I see.” After a brief exchange, he hung up and turned to Juan. “Sir, Miss Miles is here.”
Juan’s voice turned as cold as ice. “What is she doing here? Don’t let her in.”
Clarissa’s expression stiffened at the mention of Shelia. Juan turned back to her. “You can speak now.”
Clarissa took a deep breath, her words tumbling out in a rush. “All of this was my doing. I was in debt because of gambling, so I was scared. I had no choice but to kidnap Mrs. Nichols. I realize my mistake now. Please don’t put me in the black box. I’m willing to go to prison.”
Chapter 264 + 25 BONUS
“So, you kidnapped Debra because of gambling debts?”
“Yes. I owed $80 million. I couldn’t repay it. I had no choice.”
“You’re lying!” Juan spat, his voice growing colder with each word. Clarissa turned pale with fear. Juan moved closer, his presence overwhelming.
“How can you possibly know my phone number and home address? One last chance. If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll have your hands chopped off so you can never gamble again.”
For a gambler like Clarissa, losing her hands would be a fate worse than death. Panic surged through her, and she stammered, “Y–You’re breaking the law. You can’t…”
Juan’s gaze was unyielding. “When you kidnapped Debra, didn’t you know that was illegal?”
Clarissa felt her strength drain away, knowing Juan wasn’t going to let her off.
Shelia rushed to the office, only to be stopped by the security guards. Her eyes peered inside anxiously. “I need to see Mr. Nichols. Let me in.”
Shelia had been favored by Juan in the past, and the guards hesitated to stop her, fearing they might offend him.
Inside the office, Juan’s voice was frigid. “I said let her leave. Didn’t you hear?”
But Shelia pushed the door open and entered. She was dressed in a simple dress, a look that had once been Juan’s favorite. Juan frowned and ordered Joe, “Get her out of here.”
“Yes, sir.” Joe stepped forward and grabbed Shelia by the arm.