TB

CHAPTER 89

Sinclair’s arrest on charges of rebellion stemmed from the recent raid on the Lambert camp, which took place approximately a month ago.

The remaining explosives used in the camp bombing were traced back to Sinclair Gunpowder, bearing the distinct mark of the company. While obtaining ordinary explosives wouldn’t pose a challenge for anyone, the issue at hand was that the explosives in question were a newly developed type not yet available on the market.

Leon’s gaze fixated on a man in his mid-thirties, dressed impeccably in a high-end suit that seemed out of place in the austere interrogation room.

This man was none other than Geoffrey Sinclair, the president of Sinclair Gunpowder.

As he perused through the papers in front of him, Leon came across a familiar name. When he monitored Geoffrey Sinclair’s movements, that person was a labor activist whom Sinclair met and shared meals with on several occasions.

‘D*mn it…’

Upon learning that the individual had already been apprehended for rebel activities at the Eastern Command a few days prior, he couldn’t help but curse under his breath. The evidence he currently possessed seemed damning enough to warrant immediate imprisonment in a concentration camp.

However, his intuition, honed from his extensive pursuit of the rebels, vehemently protested. Something about this family seemed disconnected from any involvement with the rebels, despite the seemingly incriminating evidence.

His gut feeling contradicted the straightforward evidence.

Was it a false accusation fabricated by the King, or perhaps his own investigation, tainted by preconceived notions, had been inadequate?

Leon found himself engulfed in a state of turmoil and confusion.

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It was unexpected.

Grace repeated the same words like she was counting sheep, blinking in the dark. The man who used to visit her at least twice a day only came this morning. Then, he didn’t show up until after two o’clock in the morning. He had never been out at night….

‘Is he still working? Work seems busy these days…’

She suddenly frowned.

‘…Why should I care about that?’

A sigh echoed hollowly in the empty room.

Although she wanted him to leave her alone, when he did, she felt bored and lonely. She couldn’t believe that she was waiting for that man.

“You’re really crazy.”

As she couldn’t sleep for a long time and tossed and turned, she heard familiar footsteps outside the door.

“Ha… Of course.”

The door opened with a click, and the switch went up. The moment the wall lights came on, Grace closed her eyes tightly and quickly pulled the blanket off her naked body. She spread her legs, meaning for him to quickly put it in and then leave.

The sound of approaching footsteps stopped abruptly.

“You’re really crazy.”

She slowly opened my eyes at the unexpected nagging. In the blindingly white vision, not accustomed to the light, a tall figure was heading towards the metal table, not the bed.

“Sit down.”

Winston sat down at the table and tossed the folder across the table.

‘…Was he going to do an interrogation after a long time?’