Female Novel
Chapter 1118
Jean clearly saw that coming, and at that critical juncture, he swiftly pulled out his gun and aimed it at Asher. Agunshot rang out as the bullet left the chamber.
“Ah!” A scream of agony burst from Asher's lips as the searing pain gripped him.
His shoulder had taken the bullet, and he crumpled like a tattered cloth, tumbling into the boundless sea.
Jean observed the spray rising from the sea's surface, wiped the muzzle of his gun, and casually holstered it, hiseyes brimming with contempt.
“What a fool,” he said.
Does he really think jumping into the sea can help him escape? No way!
Jean remained motionless, his icy gaze locked onto the surroundings of the freighter as more than a dozenspeedboats emerged. These speedboats had, in fact, been tailing the cargo ship all along, discreetly keeping acertain distance without any lights.
Furthermore, the pitch-black sea made it challenging for anyone to spot the boats.
He had arranged this long ago, specifically to prevent such a situation from occurring.
Consequently, even if Asher plunged into the water, he wasn't worried. There was no way for that guy to escapeno matter what.
Asher was adrift at sea, his injured shoulder throbbing with a searing pain upon contact with the saltwater. Theagony was so overwhelming that he winced, completely immobilized.
At that moment, he caught sight of the speedboats. His entire body tensed, his heart sinking as if there was aweight in his chest.
To his astonishment, Jean had orchestrated things so meticulously that all his escape routes were already sealedoff.
No matter how hard he attempted to escape, he would be walking straight into a well-laid trap.
Before long, the people aboard the speedboat hoisted him up on deck. All his struggles were in vain.
Forty minutes later, the freighter was forced to reverse course, heading back to the dock.
Jean and his group disembarked and made their way up the shore.
Meanwhile, Asher's companions were transported to the police station for interrogation.
As for Asher himself, Jean had already notified the police station, instructing them to detain him. Jean'ssubordinates apprehended Asher and transported him to a different undisclosed location.
Nathaniel was aware of the situation, but he didn't say a word and provided his silent approval.
He understood well enough that Jean still had some questions for Asher. A cunning old fox like Asher wouldcertainly not speak the truth if the interrogation was handled by the police.
It was better to handle it themselves and show that guy what they were capable of to make him spill the beans.
Thinking of that, he followed along.
On another section of the dock, a luxurious cruise ship owned by the Beauvort Group was moored.
This was the place Jean had instructed his subordinates to prepare for the express purpose of interrogating Asher.
Meanwhile, Asher was unceremoniously tossed onto the deck, his hands and feet securely bound. He wasdrenched to the bone, with a bloody wound in his shoulder that continued to ooze. He appeared thoroughlydisheveled.
What added to the dread was that he found himself encircled by imposing, brawny men, each gripping a firearm.The ominous barrels of their weapons were all trained on him.
Asher trembled from the cold, his heart filled with trepidation. Nonetheless, he summoned the courage tomaintain a fearless facade, steadfastly concealing any traces of fear.
After Jean and Nathaniel boarded the ship, their subordinates immediately brought over two chairs.
They settled into their seats, directing a frigid, penetrating gaze toward Asher, as though they were observing aman at the brink of death.
Asher's trembling grew more pronounced, a profound fear welling up uncontrollably.
Internally, he berated himself for being a coward, but outwardly, he continued to act tough, adamantly refusing toyield.
“What exactly are you trying to achieve with all these elaborate schemes to capture me?” he asked.
Jean found his question amusing. “Don't you know what you've done yourself? Do I really need to spell it out foryou?”
Asher's countenance shifted through various hues, then he retorted, “What about what I did? There's a culprit forevery wrongdoing. If you hadn't obliterated my headquarters and all my bases in the first place, what reasonwould I have to seek vengeance against you?”
“Hah... You're quite good at playing the victim, aren't you? What about all those shady dealings you had withAlfonso? Aren't you going to mention those? Asher Garraway, you're such a coward for not having the guts toadmit what you did. Do you even deserve to be in charge of the black market?” Jean snorted.
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Jean couldn't be bothered with idle chatter and went straight to the point. “I just want to ask you, who is themastermind behind you?”
Naturally, Asher remained tight-lipped. He was determined to play dumb.
“What mastermind? I have no idea what you're talking about. My luck's run out now that I'm in your grasp. Iwon't deny what I did at this point. Since it's already come to this, you can decide to kill or torture me all youwant. Cut all the cr*p!”
Jean chuckled lightly, speaking in a calm and unhurried manner, “It seems you're quite the tough nut to crack.Well then, I'm curious to see if I can pry open your mouth.”
As soon as he said that, Cloud immediately understood his boss' intentions and promptly dragged the man away.