Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1158

He looked just like one of those elite gents, perhaps even more meticulous about his appearance than those top-tier tycoons. At first glance, he exuded a charm that could captivate anyone. Agnes recalled how Princess Anne from the Alexandra dynasty had fallen head over heels for Kearney at first sight. And all these thoughts flashed through her mind in just a few seconds.

Ding—

The elevator doors slid open. Agnes never knew that beneath this island lay a basement. This basement resembled a high-tech research facility, with rows of transparent rooms, each sealed with clear glass doors. Yet Agnes saw all kinds of equipment within. Something felt terribly off.

Kearney stepped out of the elevator and headed straight in. Agnes followed, passing the small rooms filled with various gadgets, only to encounter a different scene: cages with iron bars. And in one cage, Agnes saw a person, barely recognizable. The figure was bloodied, curled up in the cage as if lifeless.

Kearney chuckled, pointing at the person in the cage. “You must be quite familiar with this man, Septima.”

Agnes’s heart began to race. She slowly approached, finally recognizing the face. It was Jarvis. Agnes gripped the edge of the cage, “Jarvis, Jarvis, what happened to you?” She couldn’t believe it. Just a few hours ago, Jarvis had called her about tracing the origins of some firearms, linking the chaos at Phenix’s wedding back to Kearney. She had planned to meet Jarvis at a bookstore near the Ford Hotel. But now, just a few hours later, here he was, beaten to a pulp, barely holding on.

Agnes couldn’t believe her eyes. Where did it all go wrong? Jarvis was a special forces soldier; how could he have been so easily captured?

Agnes turned to Kearney, “What do you want? Why did you bring my friend here?”

“Your friend, Septima, you always call him Jarvis, don’t you?”

Agnes was taken aback that Kearney knew his identity. She realized too late that she had been exposed. All her investigations had been exposed. Kearney must have suspected her all along.

Agnes said, “He’s been discharged from the detective squad; he’s just a civilian now. He can’t hurt you. Let him go.”

Kearney laughed, “He knows too much of my secrets, he has to die. And all those secrets, Septima, you told him. In the end, this oh-so-righteous Jarvis is being killed because of you.”

Agnes felt a chill, her body uncontrollably starting to shake. She suddenly turned around, no longer willing to pretend, “Kearney, everything was your doing. You’re the mastermind behind the drug trafficking, you killed my brother, didn’t you? All of it was you, right?”

Agnes had lost all hope. She had held onto a sliver of hope that maybe there was another explanation. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding. How she wished it were just a misunderstanding. But seeing Kearney gradually revealing his true nature right before her eyes shattered all her hopes.