Chapter 338 Becoming An Idiot
Finn roared, “What does that have to do with you? I brought you here to treat people, not to ask pointless questions!”
Gizem smiled grimly, her eyes unwavering. “Treatment, eh? I got just the treatment for your illness.”
“What?”
Gizem’s charming red lips curved.
“All you need to do is to die and reincarnate!”
Right after she ended her sentence, she stood up, picked up the table lamp beside her, and swung it at Finn’s head.
Thump!
Finn was caught off guard as he did not anticipate that she would abruptly get up.
He had no idea how she got out of the rope that bound her.
With the lamp, Gizem bashed his head several times, hard.
It was not until Finn’s face was covered in blood that she finally stopped.
She got to her feet, tossing the lamp in her hand aside.
Finn, at the brink of death, looked at her. “You…”
Gizem raised her hand, showing off the ring on her slender finger. “This ring has a hidden blade in it. Pressing the ring would unleash it.”
Finn was at a loss for words.
She stepped on his chest and asked, “Tell me. Who handed me to you?”
“I don’t know,” Finn breathed weakly.
“If you don’t tell me the truth, I’m going to end you.” It was apparent that Gizem was filled with hate.
A terrified look fleeted across Finn’s eyes. “N-No!”
“Then tell me the truth!” Gizem stepped on his chest harder. “My patience is wearing thin!”
“It’s an organization called Windwell Corporation! They handed you to me.” Finn continued to explain, “When I visited the black market a few days ago to find treatment, someone said they could help me.”
“That’s impossible.” Gizem frowned. “Windwell Corporation disbanded without a trace a few years ago.”
In truth, the organization was founded by her master, Theodore, and it was supposed to be a fake organization.
Its sole purpose was to confuse those who wanted to exact revenge on him.
Nonetheless, Theodore disbanded it three to four years ago, and they all operated under the original organization called Axeworth Corporation after that.
Looking like he was in pain, Finn uttered, “I’m telling the truth. I still have their messages with me.”
He began feeling around his suit pocket.
“Don’t move!” Gizem demanded.
She crouched down and pulled out Finn’s phone.
After getting him to unlock the phone with his fingerprint, she soon found the chat logs between Windwell Corporation and him.
At first, Gizem did not believe that the organization was Windwell Corporation.
It was not until she saw the picture the organization sent that she began to doubt herself.
The picture contained Windwell Corporation’s emblem.
After she studied it, she noticed that the emblem undoubtedly belonged to Windwell Corporation. It was the real deal.
Back then, Theodore destroyed the emblem immediately after disbanding the organization.
That emblem had a marking at the bottom—it was Theodore’s signature.
Only those from Axeworth Corporation knew about this.
It was impossible for malicious outsiders who wanted to cause trouble in the guise of Windwell Corporation to notice this.
This is inconceivable.
“I’m not lying to you,” Finn hoarsely uttered. “Everything I’ve said is the truth.”
Gizem asked impassively, “What else do you know?”
“I don’t know much else, but…” Finn shook his head. “The person who brought you here said that as long as I fed you this drug, you’d listen to me obediently. I already fed you some.”
“Where’s the drug?” Gizem grabbed his collar as she questioned.
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