Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 527

Murray quickly called out, "Don't worry, Boss! I'll make sure he enjoys every second of it!"

Realizing he had miscalculated disastrously, Silas stared at Murray in pure terror. "What... what are you going to do?"

Murray hauled the bruised, battered executive off the floor by his collar as easily as lifting a dead dog. "Are you going to return the four hundred million that doesn't belong to you?"

Silas shook his head frantically. "I swear I didn't embezzle the money!"

Murray looked at him with a gaze full of cold pity. "Still acting tough, huh? Looks like you're going to need a personal tour of The White Family Punishment Hall."

Even though he had no idea what The Punishment Hall entailed, the sheer menace in the name made Silas's blood run cold. "I'm warning you, I have powerful connections!"

Murray chuckled as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. "Let me guess, your 'connections' start and end with Nancy, right?"

Silas forced himself to stand tall. "Nancy got me this job as Finance Director! And behind Nancy is the massive Grover Group! If you disrespect me, you're disrespecting her and the entire Grover Group! I'm laying it out for you right now: I didn't touch a dime of that money. But even if I did, you're going to let me walk out of here without a scratch."

Subject 1152 never imagined he'd breathe fresh outside air again in his lifetime. "Am I dreaming? It's the sun. The actual sun." He tilted his face upward. "It's been so long since I've felt it. It's so bright... so warm."

Even though he was a man in his forties, he looked like a wide-eyed child marveling at a brand-new world. The top floor of the Grover Group building had been converted into a sprawling recreational garden, complete with babbling brooks, lush plant life, and comfortable wooden benches. Maeve parked him in a spot with an unobstructed view so he could fully take in the scenery.

"Today is day three. You still have four days left to think it over. If you regret your decision, tell me at any time." Maeve could see the lingering attachment he had for the world. Everyone had an innate desire to live. If he changed his mind, she would find a way to keep him breathing. The process might be agonizing, but it would be his choice.

Subject 1152 offered a weary, transcendent smile. "The world is beautiful, but I've lived long enough." He had been frail and sickly his entire life, endlessly bouncing between hospitals. Although he had married and had a child, he hadn't felt the warmth of family since his parents passed away.