The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 506

Shane's expression froze.

The redness on his left cheek did not affect his good-looking appearance.

He looked similar to Anthony, with the color of their pupils being the biggest difference.

Anthony's blue eyes were like starry gemstones, rendering people feel that he was an exotic prince. He was exquisitely handsome, both in righteous and evil way.

Shane's pupils were dark brown. He looked sharp, handsome and righteous.

But it was his appearance that made people have the illusion of justice.

He laughed like a madman and didn't answer the question, "A loss is a loss. High-order Prison is the kind of place where I'll go crazy if I need to stay there for the rest of my life. Malcolm, just kill me."

"Do you want to die so badly?"

Malcolm let go of his collar and took a wet tissue to wipe his hands haughtily.

"This is not your choice. The charge of matricide is not light. If you refuse to confess, I will find it out. If you really did it, even if you have to be executes by shooting, before that, I want you to live worse than death once."

Shane's smile gradually froze, "You are still so ruthless. I have been the deputy director and your subordinate for so many years. Even without achievements, I can still be recognized for my diligence. But you can't even bear to fulfill my wish."

"Thickheaded."

Malcolm sneered, "How many times do you want to pull me down and take my position over the years? If you have the strength then, but you don't, I only discipline you every time. For the sake that I personally taught you, I have done enough to indulge you, but you're so greedy. You have only yourself to blame."

He waved his hand and the soldiers outside the door immediately came in carrying a bucket of water.

The water was soaked with five canes. The canes were smooth and had absorbed enough water. Apparently. They were long prepared for Shane.

"I'll recount your crimes one by one. For the penthouse key, you beat Anthony and broke two canes. He asked to return five to you, so let's start with that."

Two more uniformed soldiers came in from outside and quickly untied Shane. Then they tied his hands behind his back, with the rope attached to a lifting hook, which hoisted Shane up by his hands with his toes touching the ground.

Another soldier, who was next to him, held up a cane, raised it high and made a full effort.

Whoosh-

The rattling sound of the cane drawn to his body was crisp and appalling.

Shane furrowed his eyebrows slightly and suffered without a word.

Malcolm's dark at chilly eyes looked at him quietly, without any emotions.

In the interrogation room, the sound of cane kept ringing, but Shane laughed out loud.

"Mr. Malcolm, Anthony is not as simple as he seems. He put you in such a bad way before. This time he helped you, but next time it's not sure."

Malcolm listened quietly, without any expression on his face, turned around and walked away.

"I fell from the power. For the position vacant of patriarch, you must not help him. Power is like poison. One can not touch it. Once have it, he will be addicted."

"Maybe, Anthony will become a second me. I'll wait and see."

"I'm not a good person, and he is the same. If you help him get the power, you will, for sure, regret it!"

The sound of Shane's loud laughter continued to come out until Malcolm came out of the interrogation room.

Shane kept blaming Anthony over and over again, with the intention of pulling each other down even if he was going to die.

With the soundproof iron door closed, the surrounding only gradually quieted down, no longer with those disturbing noises.

Malcolm walked down the long corridor of the interrogation room without looking sideways.