My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 128: The Interrogation

(Karsten)

Her reports came out normal. Apart from the bruises on her neck, shoulders and hands, she hadn’t been harmed in any other way.

The relief spread like warmth, unknotting the cold dread in my chest.

There were no broken bones except her chipped fingernails and bruised knuckles. Although seeing her wounded had enraged me, I was proud of the way she had fought.

Her unconsciousness was mainly due to her claustrophobia and the doctor has assured me she will be conscious soon.

The Lady Quinn Hospital, where we had admitted her, was one of the hospitals to which I frequently donated. The CEO was my close acquaintance, and on my request, he kept this news silent, and we didn’t need to involve the police.

Olphi brought me her phone. Knowing her password, I unlocked it and saw her father had texted her several times.

I knew he would get worried and suspicious, so trying to match her texting style, I messaged her dad.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t discover that it was me and not Arata.

The whole night, I spent outside the hospital, smoking one cigarette after the other.

Stress did that to me and I needed an insane amount of nicotine to stay relaxed.

Calling Miranda I informed her of the situation and told her to come to the hospital along with Chan.

I knew they were her friends and she felt comfortable in their presence and enjoyed their company.

At the end of the day, I was her boss and she would never open up to me like she would with them.

That afternoon I was finally let in to meet her as she had gained consciousness.

Brave, she was so much braver than I had anticipated.

Cracking jokes when I knew inside she must have been terrified after such an incident.

I didn’t want to make her feel fragile or linger on the subject too long—enough to risk sending her into a spiral of despair. But I made sure she understood one thing: I would find the man who dared lay a hand on her, and he would answer for it.

Placing a meaningful kiss on her forehead, I left her in the care of Miranda and Chan, knowing they would bring her more smiles than I ever could.

She was spring, while I was like the never-ending frost which could just freeze over all her flora. The darkest part of me was the one I wished to shield her from.

"Caysir, stay here. No one goes into her room without my permission," I instructed him.

"You don’t have to worry, Sir." He thumped his chest.

I left with Olphi to head over to the warehouse.

The man had been brought there and I intended to question him.

He had shouted nonstop—proclaiming his innocence to Caysir and Azbial’s guards, pleading, swearing.

Now, I would see how long that lie lasted once I got my hands on him.

Entering through the metal door I stormed towards the man Caysir had bound on a wooden chair.

"Turn on the lights," I ordered Olphi. The flashlights focused on his ugly face and he instantly squinted his eyes, trying to shield himself from the blinding light.

The blood in my veins turned to acid seeing his hideous face and I wanted to sever his head from his shoulders.

Arata had certainly done a number on him. His nose was broken, and there were bruises on the other parts of his face and temple.

His hand, feet and chest had been restricted by strong ropes. I halted right in front of him and grabbed his short hair, yanking his head up so he would look into my wrathful eyes.

"Arghhh! Let me go, I don’t know anything..."

Fear crawled into his eyes, fear of the unknown.

He was not a professional in the shady business, I could tell from the way his face flashed different shades of horror and the panic set in his eyes.

"Where were you taking my girlfriend?" I asked, my thumb landed on his eye and I began to press it inward.

He screamed again and spoke like a broken record.

"I was asked by someone...you have to believe me."

That was quick; one would have thought it would take some time to break him, but he was already speaking or maybe making excuses. "Who?" I slowly hissed, bringing my face down and poking his eye with my finger to make him scream like a banshee.

"....I don’t know—I swear....believe me....they only spoke to me on the phone."

Either he was lying and was extremely good at it or he was telling the truth. We were about to find out.

No phone had been found on him since it was a cell phone-free event, so Azbial’s guards had raided his home and extracted the phone from his apartment.

"Olphi, bring his phone." I clicked my fingers and Olphi stepped forward and handed me the smartphone.

Swiping on it I checked that it was password-protected.

"What’s your password? Let’s see if you are telling the truth or lying?"

He shook his head, his left eye remaining half closed.

"..I can’t, please. They will hurt my family," he pleaded in that annoyingly grating voice of his, as he struggled against the shackles.

"Who is they? How can I tell that you are not lying." I tapped my foot on the ground and waited. The man was persistent and it had begun to annoy me.

He kept shaking his head and my patience wore off. I only saved it for Arata now; for the rest, I didn’t carry much.

"Olphi! Bring pliers," I ordered, taking a step back. His eyes enlarged with fear so evident.

Grabbing the other metal chair, I slowly perched myself in front of him and spread my legs in a leisurely manner.

I was going to watch and enjoy the show.

Olphi arrived with a pair of pliers; there was no emotion on his face as he held out the instrument, waiting for my instructions.

"Remove his fingernails, start with the middle finger and go slow." Arata had two broken fingernails because of this miscreant and I was going to return the favour triple times.

"Let the show begin."