Chapter 1389: Xiaodu Definitely Doesn’t Like It

Chapter 1389: Chapter 1389: Xiaodu Definitely Doesn’t Like It

"I’m the source of all his life’s troubles, so whatever he decides to do to me, I’ll accept it! It’s what I deserve! ... He’s more like a lost child, I just consider him my brother, like the Viscount."

If she didn’t say these words, the misunderstandings between her and Mason Nightshade would only deepen.

They already had countless unresolved misunderstandings.

Aurelia Shaw didn’t know what the future held for them, but she didn’t want these things to cause mutual torment.

Suspicion would only cause both of them pain.

Mason Nightshade chuckled softly, gently pecking her lips, "Hmm, I understand."

His Aurelia explaining these things to him made him happy. It showed that his Aurelia still cared about him and about his thoughts of her.

As for Alaric Wood...

Even real siblings can develop distorted feelings.

Her world is still too simple.

But she doesn’t need to know these things.

Alaric will handle it, he will pave their future path, his Aurelia just needs to stay in the greenhouse as a Princess, as his lazy little kitten, and that’s enough.

Aurelia Shaw finished her meal and went upstairs; Mason Nightshade still hadn’t agreed to her request to return, despite her worry about Alaric Wood.

Mason Nightshade took a call, drove away from the villa, and arrived at a secluded mountain villa, which housed a private interrogation room.

Screams echoed from behind the door, then vanished into the mountains.

"Major General, they still haven’t confessed."

Mason Nightshade’s face revealed a cold smile, his gaze icy and chilling, "Isn’t there a new batch of medicines? Don’t waste them, use them."

His subordinate cast a meaningful glance at the prisoners and left.

Soon, he returned with a box, opened it to reveal several syringes, and snickered.

This was not a pain-inducing drug.

It was a drug that heightened sensory sensitivity tenfold.

Imagine the pain being magnified tenfold during torture...

Once injected, the prisoner was locked onto the electric chair.

Sharp, piercing screams erupted!

Two minutes of electricity, two seconds of silence, not allowing the prisoner a moment’s respite.

In less than ten minutes, the prisoner couldn’t endure and shouted, "I’ll talk, I’ll tell everything, I’ll talk!"

The captured Mafia members were just low-level assassins.

They didn’t know who the real mastermind behind was.

After a day’s interrogation, all they offered was useless information.

Gustavo Yates stayed to continue the questioning, while Mason Nightshade drove away.

Elsewhere.

After several days of searching, his subordinates still hadn’t located Aurelia Shaw and Mason Nightshade.

Alaric Wood, unable to control the murderous rage within him, secluded himself in the lab for several days, while Vaila Mook’s captured live test subjects were half tortured to death.

Seeing things go on like this, Vaila Mook said, "Mason Nightshade’s residence must have been fortified, and our people can’t track them for now, but since M Nation is our territory, it won’t take long to find out.

If you keep going like this, your condition will only worsen.

Do you want Aurelia Shaw to come back and see your blood-stained hands, reeking of death?"

Alaric Wood’s bloodshot eyes instantly regained clarity.

Alaric Wood lowered his head, his gaze pained by his crimson hands!

"Surely she wouldn’t like seeing my hands covered in blood. Back in the lab, she disliked my killing; if she saw it, she’d surely detest me even more," Alaric Wood thought.

Muttering something, his face turned pale, he staggered into the bathroom.