The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 507

Anthony: "Okay, I'll be quick and not make it difficult for you."

He turned around and went inside the secret interrogation room again.

Guided by two soldiers, they walked through the long corridor to the door where Shane was being held.

The iron door was opened. The first thing that came into view was red color. Shane was covered in blood, pale, and dripping with cold sweat. His hands were hanging backwards to an iron hook on the roof. This was the National Investigation Bureau's usual means of torment.

He had known Shane for so long. Shane always looked proud to be unbeatable. It was the first time for Anthony to see him be miserable in this way.

To say he was not happy was a lie.

After all, Anthony never felt like he, himself was a good guy.

Hearing the sound of clear footsteps, Shane lifted his eyes with difficulty and snorted softly with his weak voice, "I guessed you'd come. Anthony, did you think you'd won?"

Anthony laughed and did not hide his feelings, "It's rare to see you suffer. How can I not see it with my own eyes? But I haven't won yet, you've lost first."

Shane's eyes looked weak, which gradually became sharp, glancing at him coldly.

"You can be proud of yourself. You're not the only candidate. Timothy is a bit of a coward, but if the patriarch position of Callahan family is to give you, the illegitimate son, he will stand out."

Anthony did not care much but tried to remember how miserable he was now little by little.

"When I was seven, because you and I both liked some certain food, Caitlin thought I was stealing yours and deliberately knocked over the soup and spilled it on my arm."

"When I was eight years old, because I took one of your pens, while dad was away, Caitlin hit my palms for fifty times. My palm was swollen and I could not hold a pen for three days."

"When I was twelve, I came to you to borrow one of your ponies to play with Rara. Caitlin falsely accused me of stealing your horse. You didn't stand up for me to clear it up, so I ended up being dragged to the hall and smacked for a hundred times by the cane. I was so painful that I couldn't walk for seven days."

Shane listened quietly, looking at him inexplicably askance.

Being ironic, he continued, "After dad died, you, the elder brother and I vied for power. You took advantage of big brother's economic mistake, sent him to jail, and deliberately let some people torture him, causing him to commit suicide after mental problems. You used his position to transfer me away. When I returned, you seizes a small mistake, pulled me to the hall to beat me."

"And not long ago, because of the penthouse key, you once again beat me and broke two canes."

"Shane, you should remember all of these things."

He said lightly. His fingers reached for Shane's chest, where there were wounds caused by canes, and touched his wounds.

Shane frowned at the pain, easing the pain before snorting in mockery, "You really do bear these grudges. They're all trivial but you can remember them so clearly."

"Because this is no trivial matter to me. Caitlin only bullied me when I was a child. And you oppressed me with her for so many years. Now that she's dead. It's finally my turn to get a little revenge on the son she loved the most."

Shane narrowed his eyes, and was keen to hear a hint of ill will in his words.

"What do you want to do?"

Anthony was smiling in an evil and ruthless way as always, "I heard you are bent on death. You want to be shot and refuse to say anything?"

Shane didn't say anything but stared at him.

His smile was even more ruthless, and he deliberately leaned close to Shane's ear and said in a very low voice, "I want you to find it difficult to die, to suffer as much as the big brother did. And then, to go crazy. It must be very enjoyable."

"You bastard!"

He ignored Shane's gnashing of teeth and laughed with reckless frenzy. His good-looking and blue eyes were morbid to the extreme.

*

As Chad finished his second cigarette, Anthony came out with eyes downcast and seemingly in a bad mood.

"What's wrong with you? He's all hung up. You can't even get bullied by him, can you?" asked Chad.

Anthony sighed, "Nothing, just a bit emotional. I never thought Shane is such a person, cruelly hurting his own mother in order to set me up."