Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 303

"Quick. Go and search again. Find your young madam." He ran out of the room and gave the order.

"Don't worry, Mr. Richards. They did not kidnap our young madam. They caught the wrong person. They thought that Minnie was Jenna and had captured her instead." Alvin came over with Barrett in his hand, and threw him in front of Hansen.

A gleam of light flashed in Hansen's fierce eyes as he stepped on Barrett's body. He yelled, "How did this happen?"

"Mr. Richards, we have indeed caught the wrong person. At that time, we saw that the other woman was dressed in plain and shabby clothes, while this woman was dressed like the young madam. The two of them looked alike, so we caught the wrong person." Barrett answered as he trembled in fear, and Hansen's foot was about to break his bones.

A smile spread across Hansen's face, and all of a sudden, he broke into laughter.

This. This was great. It was god's will!

"Get someone to send Minnie to the hospital at once. Alvin, let's go interrogate Brock now." Hansen ordered them calmly as he retracted his smile, then led Alvin to the cabin where Brock was locked up.

In the gloomy cabin, the dim light shook like a wildfire, and the pungent smell of mold invaded their senses.

After a while, Hansen's eyes finally adapted to the darkness in the cabin, and he glanced around in the cabin. It was a complete torture chamber. The tools of torture were specially designed, and the atmosphere was frightening and creepy. It seemed that Brock used this place a lot to manage his minions and followers. The corners of his mouth rose into a cold smirk.

Being apprehended by the Grand Eagles, Brock knelt on the deck of the ship with his hands cuffed as his head hung low.

"Do you recognize me, Brock?" Hansen asked coldly as he walked forward and sat down cross-legged on an iron chair.

Hearing Hansen's voice, Brock lifted his head. His gaze was cold and fierce, like an eagle's.

"What do you want? Now that I'm in your hands, it's up to you." He raised his head and asked haughtily.

Hansen sneered, as a piercing light flickered in his dangerous eyes.

"You sure are prepared to die. You'd better take a look at your situation." He scoffed, and then yelled, " Brock Moore, you'd better cooperate and answer my questions properly, or I'll make sure that you suffer so much that you'd rather die."

A savage glint flashed across Brock's eyes. "Mr. Richards, I'm only getting paid to work for someone else. I have nothing to say to you."

"Is that so?" The corners of Hansen's mouth curled into a chilly smirk.

"You'd better not play any tricks." Alvin grabbed him, forcing him to stand up. Then, he picked up an iron rod and smashed it on his knee.

Brock screamed and fell to the ground.

"Let me tell you. If you don't tell us everything today, I'll make sure that we use all these tools of torture on you at least once before the police arrive. I'll make sure that you won't die, but will live the rest of your life in pain instead." Hansen's voice grew colder, with no warmth at all.

Brock's arrogance started to subside, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes. Any one of these tools were able to cause excruciating pain, let alone all of them. Every time he punished his minions with these tools, he could see their screams and misery.

"What do you want to know?" He replied in a muffled voice, and his voice became much softer.

A cold smile appeared on Hansen's face.

"Brock, let me ask you first. Who ordered you to kill Javon Murphy in the car accident?" he asked sternly.

Brock looked around and pretended to be confused.

"Answer him." Alvin was furious, and picked up a large pair of pliers next to him. He said, "If you don't answer all the questions clearly today, I'll make sure your p*nis loses its function, and you'll never be able to enjoy women ever again."

He spoke as he started to pull down Brock's pants, with the pair of pliers slowly approaching his lower body.

Brock's lips quivered, and he quickly used his cuffed hands to protect his lower body. He instantly answered, "Mr. Richards, I was ordered by Norton Richards to do it."

"How presumptuous of you. Norton only told you to stop Javon from participating in the second day of the elections. He didn't tell you to kill him," Hansen shouted fiercely, seeing that he wasn't being honest.

"Mr. Richards, I told Leon the same thing, and only ordered him to break one of his arms or legs, but he drank that day and ruined the plan, killing him instead." Brock answered with an innocent-looking face.

"It looks like you won't tell the truth until you meet your doom," Hansen said coldly. He said to Alvin, "I'll hand him over to you. Ask him if he's the one who ordered someone to shoot you that day, and why he did that."