Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 511

"I-I really don't know."

Through the walkie-talkie, Veronica could hear Troy's trembling voice from all the torture.

Although she frowned with mixed feelings, she propped her chin in the palm of her left hand on the table. Acting all relaxed, she placed a card at the center of the table.

"He's still not telling? Troy is such a bullhead." Veronica smiled. "Perhaps, he really doesn't know. You are quite peculiar though, Antheena. Why are you asking an outsider instead of the person involved?"

In spite of the worries she had for Troy, she could not let it show on her face. Or else, the others would catch onto something.

As soon as she finished her words, Antheena raised her eyebrow. "I can't trust your words."

She then turned to look at Xavier. "Sebastian, which punishment is the most painful one?"

Xavier lit a cigarette and pondered. "I reckon rubbing salt into the wound hurts the most."

When he said that, he was referring to the actual act, not the phrase.

"You're so mean, Sebastian." She burst into a laughter before she spoke over the walkie-talkie, "Did you hear that?"

"Yes, Young Mistress," the person on the other end replied.

Staying quiet, Veronica took a glimpse at Xavier indifferently. Looking at the slight curve on her lips, he could not figure out what was on her mind.

Aside from him, Antheena and Hendrey were having a hard time reading her mind as well. To them, she was merely a country bumpkin. Even if she came from a distinguished family, she had not seen the real world yet. However, her nonchalant demeanor gave them a surprise.

"Argh!" Before long, a jarring scream resounded from the walkie-talkie. "It hurts. It hurts... I-I don't know. I really don't know."

"Still tight-lipped about it, huh? You guys continue then." Antheena set the walkie-talkie on the chair next to her before smiling at Veronica. "I'm feeling lucky today, so let's continue with the card game."

She had decided to play mind games to see how long Veronica could put up with it.

"Luck is only a booster. Skills come before that," Veronica added.

The four players proceeded with the card game while Troy's incessant screaming resounded, making one shudder in fear.

Once she lifted her head, Veronica could clearly see how he was tortured in the interrogation room. Hence, whenever she looked up, she would only look at Antheena. She would not let her eyes stray toward the gruesome scene behind Antheena even for a second.

Right then, an epiphany struck her.

Why are they bothered with Matthew and my relationship? The moment they caught Troy, they should probably figure out that I was the one who sent out the message. Yet, Antheena keeps asking for the reason why we broke up. And it's unlikely to be out ofpure curiosity as the three of them wouldn't just spend their time here playing card games to pass time.

The more she thought about it, the weirder it seemed. She had a hunch that there was a bigger secret related to her.

As the card game continued, so did the torture.

"Young Mistress, he fainted." The walkie-talkie resounded.

Antheena placed a 'Seven of Hearts' on the table before talking over the gadget, "Then, wake him up."

Thus, they played from morning until noon. Since she could not pry anything out of Troy, she threw away her cards as frustration bubbled in her. Slamming the table, she jumped to her feet in a fit of rage.