Chapter 1375: The Hostage Who Doesn’t Play by the Rules

Chapter 1375: Chapter 1375: The Hostage Who Doesn’t Play by the Rules

Grayson Quinn summoned someone, whispered a few words to them, and soon they brought over a cup of water. Seeing Grayson put something in it, they opened their mouth wide in surprise.

"Officer Grayson, this... won’t work. If the Major General finds out, I’m done for..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Grayson glanced in Mason Nightshade’s direction, "If he keeps going like this, his health will collapse. Can you take responsibility for that?"

The soldier shut his mouth reluctantly, carried the water to Mason Nightshade, and after a quick glance at Grayson, said, "Major General, please have some water first."

Mason Nightshade’s attention was entirely on the interrogation, not noticing the soldier’s flickering eyes. He took a sip and set it aside.

Soon after, Mason slumped onto the table, his eyes tightly closed, already asleep.

"Lift Brother Nightshade to the bed over there, and nobody is allowed to disturb him."

Grayson beckoned a few people to carry Mason Nightshade to the room next door.

...

Aurelia Shaw had carefully observed the room; the curtains were drawn, making it impossible to see outside. It seemed newly rented, and she could still smell the scent of renovations.

Everything was meticulously arranged.

Even the place where she was kept was carefully selected. It seemed like they had planned to capture her for a long time. Perhaps they started planning even before her divorce.

Would Mason Nightshade come to rescue her? Aurelia pondered with slightly lowered eyes. He would definitely come; as long as she was in danger, he would come over regardless of his own comfort.

She hated the feeling of being his Achilles’ heel.

The door was pushed open, and Vespera Bennett walked out, suddenly freezing when she met Aurelia’s cold, murderous gaze. Her brows furrowed; the Aurelia in her memory wasn’t exactly a good person, but she had never had such an expression. This was the gaze only killers, stained with countless lives’ blood, would have.

Was Aurelia really as she appeared, just a glamorous superstar? Mason Nightshade’s divorced wife?

Vespera took the food out from the container. "If you plan not to eat, I’d suggest you don’t waste your efforts; even if you go on a hunger strike, it won’t work, the one suffering will only be you... Uh..."

Vespera... Before she could finish her sentence, she was watching Aurelia eating?

This isn’t the usual hostage routine, is it?

A typical person who knows they’ve been captured and used as a tool to threaten others would rather die than eat, wouldn’t they?

Of course, they had promised Alaric Wood not to harm her one bit, so even if she didn’t eat, they’d find another way.

Aurelia, after eating and drinking to her fill, patted her full stomach. "Don’t order chicken wings again next time; I’m dieting."

Vespera: ... A hostage with picky tastes?

"You should eat whatever is given; be careful, next time there might be nothing to eat."

"You want to use me to threaten Mason Nightshade; but Mason isn’t easily fooled. He won’t agree to your terms unless he sees me in person. If he notices I’ve lost weight or don’t look well, with his temper, he won’t agree to a single one of your demands." Aurelia’s vermilion lips curved into a sly smile, her almond-shaped eyes twinkling like a cunning fox.

Vespera: ...

She’s feeling a headache.

Not to mention Mason Nightshade, she wouldn’t be able to report back to Alaric Wood.

She’s starting to believe Ian Wang’s words; this woman is too cunning.

After Vespera left, Aurelia’s eyes turned cold, staring at the iron chain shackled to her wrist in contemplation. She needed to escape from here.

Waiting passively only meant handing her life over to others.

Besides, she didn’t want to become a burden to Mason Nightshade.

Determined, Aurelia closed her eyes and pondered how to get out.