Chapter 206 It’s Over
Carl’s brow furrowed instinctively, a rare ripple of emotion shing beneath his usually cold exterior.
His lips tightened into a thin line as thoughts tangled in his eyes–conflicting, unsettled.
Across the table, Queenie suddenly shook her head in frustration, her voice rising sharply. “No… Something’s wrong. We’re doing this again!”
She couldn’t ept the lie detector’s result. She refused to.
Jean’s expression darkened immediately.
Fighting through the difort still lingering in her body, she bit down in frustration. “Seriously? This again? Are we just going to keep repeating it until the result fits <i>your </i>script? Anything else doesn’t count, is that it?”
Judging by Queenie’s constipated–looking expression, Jean could already guess what happened–the machine hadn’t given her the answer she wanted.
Stubborn to a <i>fault</i><i>. </i>
All the frustration Jean had been holding back finally surged to the surface. She red at Queenie and snapped, “You interrogated me yourself for ages. Then you even brought out a lie detector. And the result? I’m clean. Innocent. You were wrong about me. Why can’t you just admit it?”
Queenie’s eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting Jean tosh out like this.
Surprise, anger, indignation–all kinds of emotions boiled up at once. She mmed her palm down on the table with a bang, ready to shout-
“You-!”
“That’s enough.”
Before she could finish, Carl finally spoke.
His voice cut through the tension like a de. Cold, controlled, andyered with unmistakable warning.
He looked over with eyes like frosted ss, sharp and indifferent. “We’re done here.”
With that, it was over.
The words seemed to seal the interrogation, once and for all.
Queenie’s eyes widened in disbelief. Her pupils trembled, her emotions churning behind them.
But in front of Carl, she didn’t speak again.
She didn’t have the courage to challenge him. Shoulders slumped, she leaned back into her chair, defeated.
Carl reached forward and quickly switched off the lie detector.
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Chapter 206 It’s Over
and walked straight to the door.
She didn’t look back at either of them.
Finished
As she opened the door, a rush of fresh air hit her face. It cleared her mind like a cool p of water.
Only then did she realize–the sky outside waspletely ck. Not even a trace of light remained.
She’d lost all sense of time during the interrogation, so much so that it only just hit her: it was already night.
“It’ste,” Queenie said from behind, her voice now eerily calm. “Why not let her stay the night and send her back tomorrow?”
She’d already stood up and was gazing out the window, her expression neutral, her storm of emotion seemingly gone. She spoke to Carl, though she never turned to him.
Carl didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked toward the door–toward Jean.
Sensing this, Jean nced back.
Their eyes met–his gaze was dark and steady, as if silently asking what she wanted.
Jean understood. He was letting her choose.
She thought about it carefully. If she went home now, it would be a long, exhausting ride. But if she stayed, she could rest right away…
Truthfully, she was tired.
Her body, her mind–after all the tension, it was all crashing down into bone–deep fatigue.
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