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nd cruel; if something happened to Warming because of his actions, Ye Feimo would definitely kill them.My little cousin’s woman truly can't be messed with.Until the next morning, no calls came in, lea...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO Vol. 2 Heartless Pursuit Chapter 592

Warming up to a Warm Retaliation, "You illegally detained me because you were investigating a crime; this has nothing to do with my marriage. I have nothing to say."

"Do you know that your ex-husband is the Dark Head of Dragon Gate"

"What Dragon Gate" Warming asked blankly, as an actress, she could put on any expression required, very professional indeed. They must have looked up all the information available in the Federation; there were no secrets left in this world, only public secrets.

There was a reason why they didn't say anything.

The scholarly-looking man smiled and had an extremely mild attitude, "Maybe we should invite him for questioning. After all, he is the one who knows you best; perhaps he can give us some clues. What do you think"

Warming was furious inside; damned them for using Ye Feimo to threaten her.

Don't fall into their trap, don't fall into their trap, she couldn’t harm Wushuang under any circumstances.

Otherwise, she would be even more at fault towards the Ye family.

"I am already divorced from him. His affairs have nothing to do with me. What does a dying ex-husband who fell ill have anything to do with me If you want to invite him for questioning, do it quickly; perhaps he really knows something. Once you invite him, let me go."

Warming said coldly, her tone was merciless and sharp.

The scholarly-looking man frowned and narrowed his eyes in the same cold manner.

Will and Daniel exchanged a glance, both leaning back helplessly. Will said solemnly, "Girl, if you continue wasting our time like this, it's not good for either of us."

"I don't want to waste each other’s time either, but you're also wasting mine. Perhaps that person is my fan who was interested in my birthmark and thus got a tattoo to mimic it. I'm quite famous both domestically and internationally, so some fans can get very passionate about their idols, doing anything they can, from imitating clothing styles to walking mannerisms and voices. It's nothing surprising for them to imitate a tattoo either. You can investigate in this direction; there might be clues."

Warm spoke coolly and intelligently under the FBI’s questioning.

Yet at times, being calm and intelligent couldn’t help her.

The international police had been investigating Wu without for many years with no leads. They could only hand it over to the FBI; if they couldn't find anything either, they would be under pressure too. So when they finally caught a clue, they didn’t want to let go.

Even if this was just an inference of theirs and had no supporting evidence, they still wouldn't let it go.

"Since that's the case, don’t blame us for being rude. We'll give her a taste of what she deserves." Will said gravely as several detectives came forward to drag Warm to the center. She asked anxiously, "What are you doing Let me go! Let me go..."

Warm was dragged along with her chair to the middle. A man swiftly put iron chains around her neck and another shook the handles to hoist her up with the chair...

The chains tightened around Warm’s throat, making it hard for her to breathe; she felt excruciating pain as she dangled from the ceiling, unable to breathe due to oxygen deprivation. Her head hurt fiercely and she was dizzy, her face turning pale from lack of air. The cold iron chain was tightly wrapped around her neck, threatening to choke her.

It was so uncomfortable...

So uncomfortable... She wanted to scream for help but her voice got stuck in her throat. The discomfort made it impossible for her to utter a word.

The darkness began to overwhelm her vision; the man suddenly let go of the handles, and Warm fell onto the chair in the center as the chains loosened. Weakly leaning on the chair, she suffered from intense headaches as if someone was hacking at her bones with steel knives. She clutched her throat and coughed repeatedly...

The air slowly filled in, and she felt slightly more comfortable.

Will asked, "Do you know her"

She leaned weakly against something, pursing her lips. Her face was ashen white. Did she know her

What difference did it make if she knew her or not Could she escape either way

"No... I don't know her!" She stuttered out a few words, thoroughly infuriating them. Daniel signaled with his eyes, and the man wound the iron chain around her neck again. When she tried to pry it off with her hands, someone forcefully pushed her back, nearly breaking her bones. The pain made Warm scream; before she could react, she was hauled up once more.

This went on five times, almost killing Warm. During the fifth time when she was hoisted and then dropped again, Warm coughed out a mouthful of blood, staining her chest red. Will asked again, "Do you know her"

Her consciousness was hazy; it was extremely hard for her to speak clearly, but she coldly yet distinctly whispered, "No... I don't know her."

The next thing that happened involved being hoisted up by the chains and having a black cloth covered over her face while cold water was poured on her. The oxygen deprivation made her consciousness grow thin and distant. Warm was struggling at the brink of death.

The interrogation was so ruthless and cruel, but she struggled to keep herself conscious and did not say anything that would make her regret in the future. She preferred to be tortured rather than go against her conscience. Though she had always been afraid of pain since childhood, this time she unexpectedly endured it.

She lost consciousness, was splashed awake, then lost consciousness again, and continued being splashed awake.

Daniel repeatedly asked if anyone recognized the person in the photo, but Warm remained silent, unable to speak.

The gentleman-like man squinted his eyes. When Will and Daniel looked over, he shrugged his shoulders. At that moment, the phone rang. Will answered it, spoke a few words, then glanced at Warm, slightly changing his expression. He hung up the call rather unsatisfactorily, and Warm had already fallen into unconsciousness on the iron chair, her breath faint. Her long hair was drenched and stuck to her cheeks and chest, mixed with blood, making her look very disheveled.

Will sneered. "An artist with quite a bit of face; someone from upper management personally called to forbid us from torturing her. The consequences will be on their own head."

"Who was it"

"Someone higher up, pressured by different government departments. They couldn't take the pressure and forbade us from harming the suspect. Such a minor artist, what face does she have to mobilize so many people There must be something fishy," Will said coldly.

"There definitely is something strange about this; she must know something." Daniel was certain of it.

Will looked at the unconscious Warm and shrugged his shoulders, asking, "What do we do now"

The two simultaneously turned to look at the gentleman-like man standing nearby, seeking his opinion. The power dynamics between government departments were complex, and there were many things they couldn't immediately understand. If they continued with the interrogation, Warm wouldn't be able to endure it.

If she dies, who will take responsibility

The gentleman-like man said, "Let's go upstairs first."

A few people left the basement, leaving Warm behind. In the bright daylight, blood covered Warm’s face. She was drenched and had bleeding marks on her waist and wrists where she'd been bound tightly. Even in unconsciousness, her brows furrowed with pain due to the salt water seeping into her skin. then solemnly stated, "The children your group gives birth to may not necessarily be yours, but the ones Wu Shuang gives birth to will definitely belong to her."Mo Baixue fell silent.Wu Shuang was la...