My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1985

As she spoke, Lessie's eyes turned slightly red.

She'd thought of him.

His lifelong wish had been to set the border free and make it independent. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to fulfill it before he died.

And Lessie had taken it upon herself to see his last wish through.

For that reason, she had betrayed both her brother and her country.

"Sir, you have to make a statement today." Lessie held something similar to a recording pen in front of Tremaine. "Now, let's start recording."

"Impossible!" Tremaine said directly, "As the President of Nashaland, I can't make such a statement. It would be failing my country and people!"

Tremaine knew it was useless trying to delay it any longer.

At that point, it would be better to say what he really thought about the matter and hope that Lessie would give up on it.

Tremaine looked at Lessie with a sharp gaze, "Similarly, Lessie, what you did is failing

Nashaland and all its people!"

Lessie smiled.

She didn't care if she was unworthy of the country as long as she was worthy of him.

In order to fulfill his lifelong wish, Lessie was willing to do anything.

"Your Excellency," Lessie said. "I'd advise you to make this statement on record. I don't want to make things too awkward. After all, you're still my brother's boss."

Tremaine's eyes flashed with fierceness. "Wow, you still remember who I am!"

Lessie was just about to speak when an impatient voice rang out, "03, don't waste time talking to him. Let him have a taste of my punch!"

It was a man with a scar on his face and ferocious eyes who had spoken.

Lessie glanced at Tremaine and then said in a sweet voice, "Your Excellency, our patience has run out. If you don't agree, we can only use cruel methods to torture you. You should know how terrifying our torture methods are."

Tremaine answered fearlessly, "You think I'm afraid?"

Lessie laughed, her smile somewhat firm, "Since the establishment of the organization, there hasn't been a single person who could survive our torture."

The so-called torture was made worse by adding a little more at a time.

From light to heavy.

The tortured would feel despair sink deep into their bones and soul.

At first, Lessie only took one candle.

This was the lightest torture.

She lit the candle and let the wax drip onto Tremaine's body.

For Tremaine, that pain was like nothing.

However, Tremaine did not let his guard down.

001 's torture wouldn't be this simple.

Sure enough, Lessie began to increase the number of candles one by one, from one to two, to three, four to five, six to seven...

In the end, no one knew how many candles Lessie had in her hands.

The wax dripped onto his skin, burning as if one's skin was being flamed.

Tremaine remained silent.

"03, these are useless to him," said the man with the codename 02.

Lessie could tell.

Tremaine was really not an ordinary person.

He had managed to keep silent with so many candles dripping on him.

Lessie put away the candles.

She said to Tremaine with a forced smile, "Your Excellency, I have long known that you are not a regular man. Now I can see that the rumors were really true. It seems like there's no need to carry out such mediocre torture methods on you."

After that, Lessie asked 02 to get her a basin of water.

She wet a piece of paper with water and then shoved it into Tremaine's mouth and nose.