Chapter 1431:
Torin summoned fresh clothing for both of them. Elena claimed hers and vanished into the bathroom while Torin made no move to stop her.
They emerged transformed in clean attire.
Elena descended to the dining hall below, where she had met Karen a while back. The water glass had vanished, and Karen’s presence had evaporated with it.
The sole drink Elena had consumed since entering the Peak Hotel came from Karen’s hand.
Elena wondered whether Karen had orchestrated her drugging.
Torin materialized behind Elena. Watching her fruitless search, he slipped a hand into his pocket and murmured, “Do you know who drugged you?”
Elena’s eyes found his.
“What do you know?”
Torin’s hand rose, and immediately a subordinate hauled forward a bound man, his mouth sealed with tape.
Terror flooded the man’s eyes the moment he glimpsed Torin. His body convulsed in desperate struggle.
A vicious kick to his abdomen ended the struggle.
“Stay still,” Torin’s subordinate commanded.
The tape tore away with a sharp rip, and the man fell to his knees, pleading, “Please, release me! I swear I know nothing. Someone simply paid me for the task!”
The subordinate’s fingers tangled in the man’s hair, wrenching him upward.
“Confess. Who ordered you to deliver her to that suite?”
Fear strangled the man’s voice as he stammered, “It’s… it’s Joseph Spencer who orchestrated everything. He offered me five thousand to transfer her to that suite. I didn’t do anything else. If you seek justice, pursue him instead. I beg you, grant me freedom.”
Ice crystallized in Elena’s stare. Why had Karen chosen to aid Joseph’s conspiracy against her? She pivoted and strode toward the exit.
𝓛𝚊𝓉𝙚𝓼𝓉 с𝗁ⲁρ𝑡𝖾𝗋𝓈 𝗀𝖺𝗅ⲛ𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝓈․𝗰𝗼𝗺
The subordinate turned to Torin.
“Mr. Duncan, how shall we handle him?”
Torin’s fingers played across his lighter while his gaze settled lazily on the trembling man.
“Which hand made contact with her?”
“What?” The man’s blood turned to slush.
Torin clicked his tongue, murder dancing in his eyes.
“Then both your hands must have touched her.” Casting a glance at his subordinate, he instructed, “Make sure they never function again.”
Horror expanded the man’s pupils as he collapsed onto his knees.
“No! Please, I swear—I never laid a finger on her!”
The subordinate silenced the man with fresh tape and dragged his writhing form toward the shadows.
Moments elapsed before the man’s veins bulged with agony, his body arching like a dying fish gasping for salvation.
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