Karen looked at Yvette and sighed softly, "I don't blame you because you're being used by your family. I have been holding in my breath the moment you entered the room just now. I can hold my breath for half an hour, besting the world's record by seven minutes. And, for your information, that was my record three years ago."
Stupefied, Yvette blinked with surprise.
"As for you, a person who has never undergone proper training, the most you can last would be three minutes given your current physical state. It has been less than ten minutes since you had entered this room, and I can still hold it for another twenty minutes. Now, you have less than two minutes to leave. If you stay here, you will die soon," Karen told her in a tranquil voice, sounding almost lifeless.
"Who on earth are you? You've already known what I was going to do, haven't you?" Yvette's eyes shot with lasers and fires.
"Yes, we share a very similar experience. I know what you're thinking," Karen said as she walked over to the window and stretched out her hand, trying to open it.
"Don't move!" Yvette shouted, her eyes glistened with coldness.
Karen shook her head, saying, "You wouldn't be able to hold your breath any longer if I don't open it now. The gas spreads a lot faster in the air than you'd think."
Every untrained man who attempted to murder Karen in the past had always opted to use drugs and poisons. Yvette did not have a chance to drug her food or drink. Hence, it was obvious that she would utilize the air.
Yvette then yelled, "Let go of my husband! Do you hear me?"
Karen responded, "I've never controlled him. I will tell you the truth: I'm your husband's—"
Suddenly, she was interjected by a knock on the door. As Karen walked towards the door, Yvette stopped her with her arm and repeated, "Let's not make this bloody."
Yvette knew that she was no match for this woman in front of her. However, she must give it a try to save Chuck out of here since Karen was the one who had him under control.
"You do not have the strength and skills to fight against me now, don't you know that? Think about it, smart girl." Karen brushed past her and opened the door. It was Betty who was standing outside.
"Don't breathe," Karen reminded.
Betty threw a glance at Yvette, frowned. "Hmm, Young..."
Bam!
All of a sudden, Yvette fell to the ground. Karen glanced over her shoulder at Yvette and sighed. She then walked over to the window and opened it, allowing the poisonous gas to drift out of the room.
Karen crouched down, examining the wounds on Yvette. "She must have been tortured for more than ten days, judging on her injuries. No wonder her eyes looked so fierce. Gone is the empathetic, compassionate teacher. For her to undergo such huge changes within this short period, she must have been through many moments of despair. Poor girl..."
Karen took out a dagger and made an incision on Yvette's wrist. The poison in Yvette's system gushed out right away as blackish blood.
"President Lee, are you going to take care of her?" Betty asked as she entered the room.
Karen replied, "If nothing happens to Chucky, I will take care of her. After all, she has been a great help to Chucky for so many years. This is what I owe her. However, as Chucky is now in danger, I don't have time to tend to her. Besides, she won't allow me to stay with her either."
After ensuring all the poison left Yvette's system, Karen pressed on the wound to stop the bleeding. Yvette's brows furrowed, her eyes remained shut. She was still in a deep coma.
Yvette was exhausted.
She had been sleepless for days.
"How's the investigation going?" Karen picked Yvette up and put her onto the sofa.
"I went to the scene and questioned Vivian. Not many clues were found though. I have sent all our men to search for Young Master," reported Betty. Vivian had told Betty about Chuck's unusual behavior and the unknown man who trespassed on the compound.
The deduction that she could make at this moment was that Chuck's kidnap was most likely planned. In other words, there were definitely some traces left in the woods. It was unlikely that Chuck was taken by a vehicle as it could be easily captured by the spycams. Hence, Chuck was probably still in the woods around the training ground but was hidden deep inside.
A lot of manpower was required to search the area thoroughly.
"Well, Chucky should be fine. But, tortures would be unavoidable." Karen's eyes were cold as she spoke, "Prepare the SUV. We're going into the woods."
"It has already been prepared," said Betty. She had already expected this from the moment Karen changed into her camouflage uniform.
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