Nathanâs expression darkened, and he delivered a forceful kick to Kysonâs uninjured left shoulder.
âYouâve insulted me.
For that, I might use every instrument of torture in the interrogation room on you.
â
Kyson grunted in pain and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
Nathan averted his gaze and said coldly, âBring him along.
â
Sonny signaled his soldiers, ready to take Kyson away.
âWait!â said Mekhi.
This prompted a cold glare from Nathan, who was clearly displeased with the interruption.
With an apologetic smile, Mekhi said in a hushed tone, âSir, Kyson has also violated family laws.
Could you return at noon for his arrest? Let me conclude my interrogation first.
â
Nathanâs handsome face grew darker and his anger intensified.
Sonny chimed in, âMr.
Shaw, you are aware that Mr.
Payne rarely makes arrests in person.
Since heâs here, you wouldnât want him to leave empty-handed, would you?â
Mekhi maintained a polite smile.
âI apologize.
How about this? You and Mr.
Payne can go to the living room to have some tea.
Give me about thirty minutes.
Once I extract the information I need from Kyson, Iâll personally bring him to you.
â
Sonny and Nathan paused.
It was just thirty minutes.
If they refused again, Mekhi would immediately get suspicious.
They were in a dilemma.
Kyson, who was lying weak on the ground, continued to tremble.
Thirty minutesâ¦
It seemed that Mekhi would go to the extreme of torturing him in order to get the information that he wanted.
His endurance waned.
He was not confident that heâd hold out without divulging the truth while unconscious.
With this thought, he reached Mekhi, clutched his trousers, and pleaded, âMekhi, trust me.
I didnât steal Shilohâs key or take anything from the top floor.
I swearâ¦â
Mekhiâs countenance changed slightly and he looked up at Nathan.
Nathan met his gaze and gave him a questioning look.
âIs there something youâre hiding on the top floor? You even forbade your family from going there.
What are you hiding, Mekhi?â
Mekhi grew flustered and delivered a hard kick to Kyson.
His kick packed more punch than Nathanâs.
It sent Kyson tumbling along the cobblestone road as a searing pain pierced his chest.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face drained of color as he slipped into a semi-comatose state.