Malcolm ignored her. His eyes were cold and his voice was icy. "Where's Lyra?" He asked
The woman was startled and her expression became more and more rigid.
"Honey, what are you talking about? I'm Lyra, your wife."
Malcolm got up, walked to her feet, looked down at her, and repeated patiently, "I said, where's Lyra?"
The woman always played a fool, lowered her head and did not dare to look at him.
"I don't understand. You're being ridiculous. I'm out of here."
She tried to get up, but Malcolm grabbed her by the neck and held her back.
At close range, his red eyes had a ghostly light, and his murderous intent was more menacing than the torture devices on the wall.
"My patience is limited. If I don't get the answer I want, I will make you suffer more than death."
He would never take pity on such a damned woman.
The woman was so overwhelmed by his presence that she struggled desperately to free from Malcolm's hands, but she couldn't do anything about it.
"You... When did you see through me?" The woman asked with difficulty. Her neck was in pain that she directly cried.
This face, when it hurt, she looked just like Lyra.
Malcolm's fingers trembled uncontrollably, releasing his grip and letting the woman fall to the ground.
He turned around with his hands behind his back, no longer looking at the face that would upset him. The he said coldly, "The day I rescued you in the county, I had already begun to doubt."
The woman was shocked, "Why? I look exactly like her. Although the voice is slightly different, I have been deliberately pretending to be hoarse."
For this mission, she had learned Lyra's manners, expressions, and every little thing she had learned for a long time.
But she was actually on the first day in front of the man seen through.
Malcolm lowered his eyes and did not look back at her. His voice was calm as he said, "The ruby ring on her left ring finger has been worn for five years and could not be removed. Even if the ruby is cut open and forcibly removed, there would be any marks on her finger."
The woman gasped and silently touched her left hand.
"To ensure your identity, I used Spencer and Momo's hair to secretly do a paternity test with you. I went to ten military hospitals and obtained the same conclusion for fear of an accident."
He went to a small table in the corner, picked up a stack of identification papers, and threw them in front of the woman, "See for yourself."
The papers were scattered on the floor, and the woman didn't even have to look at it to know what the result would be.
"That was you in the back of Rara's car the day of the Irribo Tunnel accident, wasn't you?"
The woman held her breath, and did not expect him to even guess these.
"You deliberately approached Rara. The accident in the tunnel was something that Frank could arrange. The purpose was to catch Rara. She was trying to escape the truck and drove the car down the ravine. I don't know where it went. Frank replaced Rara with you. What is he trying to do?"
Malcolm turned slowly and bent over, putting his long fingers on the woman's chin, and examining her face.
"You must know a lot of his plans. If you confess, I'll consider letting you off the hook."
The woman's mouth held a trace of sneer, and she laughed until her tears were out.
Even if Malcolm let her go, her boss won't let her go.
"I don't know if the Frank you're talking about is the boss who ordered me to be an impostor, but I really don't know any of his secrets. I'm just doing things with money. I don't know anything. I'll do whatever my boss says."
"What did he tell you to do?"
The woman was stunned. "He asked me to get close to Lyra Lloyd... After I succeeded, he asked his men to tie me up in a hole in a tree on the top of the mountain. He said that I would be Mrs. White from now on, and that all the money and power would be mine."
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