Beyond The Divorce - Season 8 Episode 21

“Let you go? Do you think you can go back?” Atlas looked down at him with an imposing stance, making Loak uneasy.

Soon, he became agitated.

“What do you want? There’s no use holding me captive. I don’t know anything!” Loak was very defensive, completely retreating into his prickly shell.

Atlas glanced at him with disdain. “Do you think you’re valuable? You’re just an ant there! The boss can take your life at any time. You’d better answer my questions honestly.”

Loak examined his pale toenails as he touched his dark feet.

“How is the man you’re keeping?” Atlas asked, his eyes fixed on Loak.

“He’s okay,” he grumbled. “It’s not my doing, yet you captured me.”

His tone indicated dissatisfaction, showing he remained stubborn even in this situation.

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The translator did an excellent job translating the conversation.

“How many meals does he get every day?” Atlas continued, and I was a bit puzzled. Why was Atlas asking seemingly irrelevant questions?

“Two meals! What else does he need? He can’t move!” Loak seemed repulsed, speaking as if he were a butcher handling meat. However, from his words, Atlas’s earlier conjecture was confirmed. It seemed my father’s leg indeed had a problem.

I clenched my fists, my teeth gritting in anger. Jarvis couldn’t be spared.

Suddenly, Atlas asked, “Where is he now?”

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Loak suddenly realized something and looked at Atlas, panicking.

“How would I know where he is? Why are you asking me? I’m not the boss. Go and capture the boss if you dare! Capturing me is pointless!” He grumbled, crouching and avoiding eye contact with Atlas.

“Since you don’t want to tell the truth, send him where he belongs!” Atlas’s tone suddenly turned icy, his whole demeanor exuding a chilling atmosphere. His eagle-like eyes stared at Loak as if he were prey.

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With that, he held my hand and turned to leave.

I was bewildered, but I knew Atlas wouldn’t easily give up if he hadn’t obtained any crucial information. The Huffmans wouldn’t have brought him to Foswood if this person were useless.

Suddenly, I heard a sound from behind. I turned around in surprise to see Loak kneeling on the ground, crawling toward us rapidly. Simultaneously, he babbled, “S-Sir, spare my life, please! My sister is still with the boss. I don’t…”

I looked at the translator, who quickly relayed the message. The boss kept Loak’s sister, and he was afraid of speaking out of turn. “Dylan!” Atlas glanced at Dylan.

Dylan gestured to Cane behind him, signaling, “Bring her here.”

Cane immediately turned and walked out.

Shortly after, he brought in a young girl, looking about fifteen or sixteen, in a dress. She had a cute appearance, big eyes, nose, and full lips. Her skin was tanned, a typical look from Bermuda.

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The long skirt, tightly hugging her hips, made her walk gracefully-quite a sight to behold. As she timidly entered the room, her frightened eyes darted around at the people present.

At that moment, Loak exclaimed in shock, “What are you doing here?”

“Loak!”

The girl immediately rushed over, and Loak stood up, embracing his sister and shielding her behind him defensively.

“Don’t touch her! What are you trying to do? Why did you bring my sister here?”