My Wife Act Differently Behind Me novel Chapter 1131

Chapter 1131

"Do you think I'm more of a man than you are? It seems that you didn't understand what I was trying to convey. You see, it's not easy for you to die, but I won't let you get off with a quick death either. If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'll make it slow and painful." Jared said as though he was joking, making the others shudder.

"Jared Johnston, you should just die," the tattooed man retorted."I won't tell you anything no matter how much you torture me."

"Don't speak too soon, now." Jared looked at him playfully.

"So let's see. Can you still move your arm?"

The tattooed man's face were clenched and twisted, and his arm was trembling as it dangled limply at his side.

"Jared Johnston, give me the antidote! Quick!"

Henry's henchman could not bear it anymore, as the excruciating pain in his arm had consigned him to a life even worse than death.

Seeing this, Jared glanced at Claus with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I was right," Jared said.

He didn't last past fifteen minutes at all"Then, he looked at the tattooed man with a piercing stare, "The antidote is here, but you must first provide me with the answer to my question. So tell me, who sent you to assassinate Mr. Johnston Sr?"

"I have no idea!"

'What a lame excuse' Jared glanced at Claus.

"Give him some more. Clause took a bottle of alcohol out and walked up to the man with the pentagram tattoo. The entire bottle of alcohol hovered in front of him, and though he had said that he was not afraid, he was, in truth, shaking with fear, as he new he would soon have a taste of death.

"If you speak now, you can still survive, but if you drag on, I'm afraid it'll be too late for your arm," Claus reminded.

"You're just trying to scare me with that bottle of alcohol. At this point, you can just take a knife and plunge it through my chest instead," the tattooed man said, maintaining his stubbornness.

"Alright then. Here, have a drink," Claus said, and proceeded to pour the contents onto the man's decaying arm.

As soon as the alcohol made contact with the wound, the searing pain sent him tumbling off onto the ground, and his entire body began to writhe.

Jared watched as the man thrashed and convulsed on the ground for a while, after which he said, You do these thing just for money.

Do you think that money would do you any good once you're dead, and do you really think that the people you are serving are worth your sacrifices?"

As he continued convulsing, he stared at Jared, still refusing to speak up.

Seeing this, Jared stepped forward and squatted in front of him, whereupon he produced a lighter and played with it.

The moment the tattooed man saw it, he knew what Jared was going to do next.

But just when Jared was about to flick the lighter on, he stopped.

"No, I'll tell you! I'll speak up!" the tattooed man yelled, having been tortured by Jared to such an extent that he no longer wanted him or anyone else to experience this any longer.

'The money I have earned has not been spent.Is Henry Johnston not worth working for anymore?"