Brandon's expression darkened.
Seeing this, Janet tilted her head slightly in confusion. "What's the matter? Don't you want me to go with you?"
"The interrogation process may be a little... unorthodox. Are you sure you want to tag along?" Brandon pursed his lips, worried that Janet would get scared.
Moreover, he didn't want her to see his cruel side.
Brandon Larson was merciless when it came to interrogations.
He loved Janet deeply, and he wanted her to see only the good in him.
"More scary than someone pretending to be a ghost? Let me go with you, Brandon. I want to see this to the end." Janet knew that she couldn't hide behind Brandon forever.
He had been protecting her so well lately. While she appreciated this from the bottom of her heart, she wanted to be able to stand on her own two feet.
"Okay," Brandon finally relented. "But you have to promise me that if you get uncomfortable, you'll leave. Do you understand?"
Janet nodded obediently.
The two left the Larson Group and headed to the interrogation room together.
It was located in a vacant villa in the outskirts of the city. The moment Janet stepped inside, she felt a shiver run down her spine. It was eerily cold.
And there were no lights in the villa. Any sunlight from the windows was blocked with thick, black-out curtains. The whole place was desolate, cold, and had an aura of cruelty.
Janet took a deep breath and rubbed her palms together to keep warm. She looked around and asked, "Is this the place? Why is it empty?"
Just then, she suddenly felt something warm being enveloped around her.
Brandon had taken off his coat and draped it on her.
He bundled her up nicely. Then, he looked at the darkness in front of him. "It's up ahead."
He led Janet to the depths of the villa.
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