The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1059

Fitch choked back his words, suddenly realizing he was inches away from confessing everything. But it was too late—the suffocating wave of absolute betrayal had already dragged him under.

He had been so certain. He had hoarded all those ledgers and hard drives, convinced that mutually assured destruction was the ultimate shield. He thought Sir would never dare abandon him.

But he had completely miscalculated the sheer ruthlessness of his partner. Sir hadn't bothered to negotiate; he simply ordered a surgical strike to wipe the board clean. By incinerating the evidence, Sir had severed Fitch's only lifeline, turning him into nothing more than a used, worthless pawn.

"How could he... how could he do this..."

It was as if someone had cut his strings. Fitch slumped back into the cold iron chair, his eyes glassy and vacant. The arrogance, the smug resistance—all of it vanished into thin air.

Ethan watched him unravel with cold detachment. He felt zero sympathy for the broken man in front of him.

Standing up, Ethan towered over him. "So, Fitch, are you finally ready to tell us exactly whose orders you were following?"

Fitch seemed trapped in his own nightmare. He completely ignored the question, shaking his head slowly as he mumbled the same phrase over and over.

"Impossible... this is impossible..."

Ethan knew Fitch's psychological dam had finally burst. The realization that he had been completely discarded had broken him.

But to extract any genuinely useful intelligence, Fitch needed a little more time to let the brutal reality marinate.

Pushing him right now wouldn't yield a coherent statement. Without another word, Ethan gave him one final, icy glance, turned on his heel, and walked out.

The heavy iron door slammed shut once more.

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