âItâs good youâve moved on.
â
After taking a few quick puffs, Sonny tossed the cigarette on the floor and stamped it out with his foot.
âLetâs go to the National Security Bureau and sign the release papers.
Then, you can head back home.
â
âNo need to rush.
â Kyson declined.
âIn two days, Mekhi will be moved out of the interrogation room and taken to court for his trial.
Since heâs my brother, Iâd like a private meeting with him before he leaves.
Can you help with that?â
Sonny inquired, âYou wonât harm him during your meeting, right?â
Kyson affirmed with a nod.
âDonât worry.
Heâs facing the consequences of his actions now.
I will do nothing to him.
I just need a brief conversation with him before I go.
â
Sonny checked his watch and responded, âAlright, I wonât assign anyone to guard the door.
Iâll wait for you there.
Make it quick.
You have just about thirty minutes.
â
Kyson nodded.
âAlright, Iâll finish the talk quickly.
I wonât complicate things for you.
â
He then turned and walked back into the interrogation room.
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Accompanied by two guards, he traversed a long corridor until they reached the cell where Mekhi was
detained.
As the heavy iron door creaked open, a gruesome scene met Kysonâs eyes.
Mekhi was drenched in his own blood.
His complexion had turned ashen, and sweat poured down his face.
Kyson had known Mekhi for a long time, and Mekhi had always been known for his pride and arrogance.
This was the first time Kyson had seen him in such a pitiable state.
Truth be told, Kyson couldnât deny a certain satisfaction at seeing Mekhi suffer.
After all, he never considered himself a good man.
Upon hearing the faint footsteps, Mekhi strained to lift his head and sneered weakly, âI knew youâd show up.
Kyson, do you really believe youâve won?â
Kyson, on the other hand, wore a smirk and didnât bother concealing his satisfaction.
âItâs not every day I witness your suffering.
I couldnât pass up this chance.
Though the victory isnât mine yet, youâre already defeated.
â
Mekhiâs eyes simmered with anger, and he shot Kyson a cold glare.
âEnjoy your laughter while you can.
Youâre not the sole heir.
Despite Ryderâs fragility, heâll step up and thwart your ambitions for the Shaw family leadership.
â
Kyson paid little heed to Mekhiâs threat.
His focus remained fixed on him.
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Kaitlin, thinking I was vying for it, deliberately spilled scalding soup on my arm.