The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 518

Nathalie's fingers curled tightly into her palms. She forcefully relaxed her posture, sliding the bowl closer and picking up her spoon to take a slow sip.

The broth was incredibly rich and flavorful—exactly the kind she loved.

But she was furious at Lance for his manipulative tactics.

Just to force a reaction out of her, he dropped that bomb without a single care about who else was in the room!

That wasn't something he could just casually mention!

If Octavia found out the truth about Lawrence and Damaris, she would definitely ruin the fake marriage between Damaris and Bagot.

Watching her drink the soup, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of Lance's mouth. He turned to Octavia smoothly. "It's nothing. We've been reading a novel recently, and the plot is pretty wild."

Octavia instantly lost all interest, rolling her eyes. "You read romance novels? I honestly didn't think you had it in you."

"It's about a man trying to win his wife back," Lance said evenly. "I figured I could learn a few tricks."

"Pfft."

Nathalie finished the bowl in silence, setting her spoon down. "The soup is good."

Lance didn't push his luck, finishing the rest of his meal in relative quiet.

Thankfully, he didn't drag it out. Once he was done, the three of them drove out to the secluded suburban villa.

The underground bunker was bathed in harsh fluorescent light.

Fabian was hanging on by a thread. He was covered in blood and grime, looking like a shattered shell of a man.

A bodyguard stepped forward and dumped a bucket of freezing water over his head.

The shock ripped a gasp from his lungs, forcing his eyes open. Through his blurred vision, he recognized Lance and Nathalie. Beside them stood a woman he didn't know.

Octavia slowly circled him, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. "Look at the state of you."

Fabian tensed, every survival instinct screaming that this woman was dangerous.

He forced his heavy head up to look at Nathalie, his voice barely a rasp. "Why... why haven't you just killed me..."

Nathalie's palms were slick with nervous sweat. She held her breath, entirely captivated. This was the first time she had ever witnessed true hypnosis.

With eerie precision, Octavia guided Fabian deeper into the trance, skillfully bypassing his defenses to extract the information she wanted.

Nathalie watched in stunned silence, finally understanding just how terrifying Octavia's abilities truly were.

The interrogation reached its climax.

Octavia's voice dropped to a slow, soothing hum. "Your superior. What is her name?"

Fabian's lips trembled. His face contorted as if he were fighting an invisible war inside his own head, battling a deeply ingrained command that forbade him from answering.

Octavia frowned, her expression sharpening into intense focus.

"We are friends. You can trust me completely..." she coaxed gently, swinging the antique pocket watch in front of him. The rhythmic tick-tock slowly hammered away at his final psychological barricade.

"Sylvie... Sylvie Winter..."

Under Octavia's relentless, honey-sweet pressure, Fabian finally choked out the name.