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    “Ah…” Inside, Etta’s eyes went wide with shock. She stood immobilized.


    Confronted with the electric chair, her body shook uncontrobly. She couldn’t form words, only manage to scream.


    As the ck-d guard continued to drag Etta, her strength waned, and she eventually copsed to the floor.


    Her face drained of color, filled only with fear and anxiety.


    In utter terror, Etta pointed a shaking finger at the electric chair less than half a meter away, her legs involuntarily retreating. She opened her mouth slightly but couldn’t utter a sound. This electric chair… What was happening? Were they really going to subject her to unrecorded interrogation? Was this just a nightmare? It must be a nightmare.


    Without warning, Etta brought her hand down sharply, pping her own face. It was only when the pain struck that she realized everything before her was not a dream.


    At that moment, one thought consumed her mind: Harlee had always been a person she could never afford to cross. The Sanderson family likely meant nothing to Harlee.


    Harlee herself was more fearsome than the entire familybined!


    Etta’s gaze became empty, overwhelmed by profound despair. She had finallye to understand her grave mistakes, but it was all toote. With desperation, she rose from the floor and turned toward Tonya, earnestly saying, “I’ll talk. I’m ready to disclose everything I know.”


    Tonya made her way toward Etta with measured steps, the sound of her high heels sharp with each move.


    A yful smile curved on her lips, and a mischievous sparkle shone in her eyes.


    “Toote.”


    I@?€$t ￠?@tтёяs ?η ga?n?νε??.c?м


    These two words were the breaking point for Etta. Upon hearing them, any thought of resistance vanished, and she walked quietly to the electric chair, her steps heavy with obedience.


    Anyone close enough to be friends with Harlee was far from ordinary.


    Etta was certain that if she uttered another word, she would be taken to countless small rooms. There, she would endure torture until she was unrecognizable, and only then would they send her to the hospital. Once she had recovered, the cycle would begin again.


    Seated in the electric chair, Etta fixed her gaze on Tonya. She was aware that if she dared to lie or withhold information about Hale, Tonya’s temperament would make her regret being alive.


    Etta held back the terror and anxiety swelling within her, still willing to gamble once more, betting that Harlee’s need for information on Hale outweighed the desire to im her life.


    “Though I’m unsure why you’re allowed to conduct off-the-record interrogations, remember, the informationes from me. I choose whether to speak. Your methods may involve non-stop torture, sending me back to the hospital to keep me alive.


    But have you considered what if I can’t endure it?”


    “Couldn’t make it, all knowledge about Hale would die with me. You might find other ways to learn, but no one knows as much as I do.”


    After issuing this threat, Etta made a heartfelt plea.


    “I’m not asking for much. Just let me go! I’ll withstand any punish


    Tonya burst intoughter upon hearing Etta’s words, her lips twisting into a cunning smile.


    “You think you can keep secrets from me?”


    Etta nodded stubbornly.


    “Perhaps you possess some sneaky tricks to make me talk.


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