Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 33

“You must be tired, Mommy. Get some sleep, and we’ll be right beside you.”

Vania nodded. She spent the whole afternoon with her children and played a lot with them, making up for the two days they lost. However, she did not let them see her scars, for they would be worried if they did.

Meanwhile, Hanson got into his car right after he left the airport, and Larry drove him to the deepest parts of a remote mountain in the rural area. It seemed like an innocuous place, but nobody would expect a cave standing in the deepest part of the mountain. Guards were standing at the entry outside it 24/7.

When Hanson approached the cave, all the guards greeted, “Hello, sir.”

Hanson nodded at them, and a man in a black suit led him to the dungeon. It was clean and neat, but the air was freezing. It felt dark and foreboding as if they were in hell itself. Anyone who came in would get chills all over their body for no reason.

Hanson asked darkly, “How is it going?”

The man who led him underground said, “He’s still not saying anything.”

A cruel, mirthless smile curled Hanson’s lips. “Is that so?”

Let’s see how stubborn they can be. There’s no answer I can’t get, and their fates have already been sealed the moment we captured them.

The group of thugs who had tried to assault Vania back in Eastland was tied firmly to the pillars. Hanson came in, and they cursed, “Who the f*ck are you guys? Tell me your names! The boss is

going to wreck you if he knows what you’re doing to us!”

The bodyguard in charge of the interrogation was infuriated by their insolence. He shouted, “Shut it! Tell me everything you know and I’ll spare your life! Stay quiet, and I’ll kill you instead!”

“I’m not telling you sh*t! I don’t know anything! Let us go or I’ll rip you apart!” the thug threatened as if they were unafraid of anything. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

The threats were nothing but jokes to Hanson. He gave them a look that sent chills down their spines, and they stopped giving more attitude.

They had no idea who the man was, but they knew he could kill them if he wanted

Hence, the thugs shut up and said nothing.

The bodyguard took a chair and placed it in the center of the chamber. He wiped it a few times before asking Hanson to sit. The other bodyguard stood beside the chair, holding some tea utensils while awaiting his orders.

Hanson sat down on his chair, looking like an emperor who was surveying his territory, Then, he fiddled with his phone for a while before raising his head languidly. He smirked at the leader of the thugs and said, “They touched and saw something they shouldn’t. In that case, shouldn’t they be paying with their eyes and hands?”

Did they see Vania’s naked body? Well, then that’ll be the last thing they ever see.

Larry quickly added, “Sir, as far as I remember, there’s a form of torture that involves cutting off the victim’s limbs and gouging out their eyes. They call that the human bat. I’ve never seen that before, but I’ve always been curious about it.”