Chapter 134
How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 134. Secret Interrogation (2)
“Ahhh!!!”
Splashing water on the face of a sleeping person made them feel like they were drowning.
They only doused Ben March enough to dampen his face, but he woke in terror at the sense of drowning, gasping with fright.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Railin grinned like a demon, propping his boot on the arm of Ben’s chair. He looked positively cheerful. As master of the Guild of Secrets, it had been a long time since he had overseen something like this. Perhaps that was why he was more excited than annoyed.
“Ben March,” he began, sweeping back his freshly dyed blue hair. “Age 48. Also known as Ivan Smith. He forged his identity to gain employment with the Bavaria family, where he worked as a coachman for ten years and eight months. Until one day, on his day off, he kidnapped Lady Celestine Keers as she was returning from the palace, and blamed the crime on Lady Annette Bavaria. Did I miss anything?”
It was then that Ben March realized he had walked into a carefully orchestrated trap.
Desperation flashed through his face, a clear sense of crisis, and he glared angrily at Railin, but kept his mouth shut. Well, that could be considered normal. Especially when the blonde beauty behind Railin was his former employer. Annette had always been a soft girl, but her expression as she looked at him now was very cold.
Ben flinched as his eyes met hers. He had to get loose somehow. How angry must she be, since she had lost the position of Crown Princess because of him? It seemed like she might order him to kill himself any moment. But his attempts to get free were futile.
“It seems you feel safe enough to look away from me,” Railin said, his eyes sparkling with joy. “Don’t worry, I will release you. As long as you tell me what I want to know.”
Despite his handsome face, Railin had a somewhat sadistic temper. And where had he gotten that hammer from? Rising, he approached Ben with a meat tenderizer in his hand, with the clear intent to tenderize Ben.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ben finally spoke. He had turned blue. “I just did as I was told! You have no idea who’s backing me! If they knew where I was, every one of you pay, so untie me no–agghhh!”
“Oh, dear, so sorry. It was so noisy, I got carried away.”
Railin put on a regretful expression, as if he had not just given Ben a hard kick. The contrast between his apology and the effortless violence made him seem more like a demon than ever, especially as he tapped the hammer against his hand. Ben’s face went white.
“I wonder why you think we don’t know exactly who’s behind you,” Railin went on, confident with the situation well in hand. “You don’t think that we caught you just for some petty revenge, did you? Well…I suppose that’s not entirely wrong…”
Ben’s mouth hung open at the implied threat, and he was clearly torn as to whether they actually knew something, or if they were just testing him.
“You look confused,” Railin said softly, bending down to whisper in Ben’s ear. “Let me give you a hint. Your patron is the noblest blood in Deltium. Isn’t it?”
Ben’s eyes went so round, it seemed they might fall out of his head. It seemed they really had already learned everything before they captured him for questioning.