The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

What he hadn't anticipated was that not only did the whip fail to land, but the person in the chair didn't budge an inch, as if an infinite strength was hidden in those slender hands.

Carter froze in fear, "You..."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. The moment his eyes locked with Mirabella's cold stare, it was like his throat was gripped by an invisible hand, leaving him utterly speechless.

In the next instant, he felt a strange tingling in his hand. A powerful force yanked him forward, making him stumble and crash into the corner of a nearby desk, sprawling across it.

Mirabella's lips curled into a smirk. With a slight movement of her hand, the whip seemed to come alive, wrapping around her wrist, the handle pressing harshly against Carter's cheek, distorting his face.

Carter's vision blurred, unable to see anything but the overwhelming sensation of being completely overpowered.

Mirabella lifted a foot onto the chair, tilting her head slightly, her eyes deep and unreadable. Ignoring Carter's shocked expression, she brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and chuckled, "So what if I'm a woman? Women hold up half the sky, and I can still take you down."

Her words barely left her lips before Carter let out a miserable scream.

The interrogation room had no surveillance, and its soundproofing was top-notch. No matter how loud the commotion or piercing the screams, no sound escaped to the outside.

So, Carter's men standing guard outside the door had no clue what was happening inside, standing at attention as usual.noveldrama

It wasn't until five minutes later, when they saw a group of people approaching from the other end of the corridor, that their expressions changed.

One of them, rooted to the spot, hesitated before lightly tapping on the door behind him, but it was imperceptible to those inside.

The head of security rushed over, sweat beading on his forehead, voice urgent, "Where's Carter? And James's friend?"

Startled by the head's tone, Carter's subordinate glanced nervously at the man standing behind the head, whose eyes were as cold as ice.

Shivering, he bowed his head, "They're... they're all inside..."

Hearing this, the head, knowing Carter's temperament, felt his blood pressure spike, nearly fainting. He kicked his subordinate furiously, "Idiot, open the door now!"

The subordinate, bowing low, quickly swiped his card and tried to push the door, but it wouldn't budge. His face went pale, trembling, he said, "It's... it's locked from the inside..."

The head's breath hitched, and turning to James, he saw his face darken, a chill enveloping him instantly.

Damn Carter, always causing trouble.

Curtis thought about Carter's character, and with Ms. Mirabella in his hands for over ten minutes... Curtis couldn't even imagine what kind of torment Ms. Mirabella might have endured.

Taking a deep breath, Curtis, face stern, grabbed Carter's subordinate and moved him aside, then kicked the metal door violently several times, finally breaking it open.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, as if it could shake the whole building.

Clenching his fists, Curtis barely dared to lift his head to see what scene lay before him in the room.