Chapter 66

Interrogation Room. Several tied-up bodyguards, all bruised and battered, sat slumped in their chairs. When they saw Charles walk in, they couldn't help but shudder. These men used to work for him—no one knew how ruthless he could be better than they did. Hell, back then when someone had to carry out interrogations, they were often the ones doing the dirty work. "Talk. Who ordered you to hurt Stella?" Charles's voice was ice-cold, his whole body practically radiating fury. He'd trained these men to be weapons—and now that same blade had cut Stella. Even if it wasn't intentional, the damage was done. She got hurt. The bodyguards just stared at the floor, lips tightly sealed. Without warning, Charles kicked over the nearby table with a loud crash. He strode forward, grabbed one of them by the collar, and yanked his face up. "Not gonna talk? Don't make me lose my patience!" The man turned white with fear, lips trembling—but still didn't say a thing. Charles grabbed a whip from the side an