Chapter 265 Zew’s Trap
At an abandoned warehouse in Stoneville.
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The sound of dripping water echoed, mixed with the smell of blood.
Iron chains dangled from the ceiling, restraining the tall figure, who no longer had the strength to struggle.
“He’s really tough … I’ve never seen anyone who could handle GHB like this… No wonder he was in the military and went undercover in Oasisvale.”
Zev’s hands gripped the iron chains tightly as he struggled to lift his eyelids and glance at the person. He sneered. “Tch…
“Zev, you hate this woman.”
The man held Kelly’s photo in front of him, repeatedly planting psychological suggestions. Every time he spoke, he showed Zev the photo of Kelly, then forced him underwater, keeping hi suffocated, only pulling him up just before death.
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The process kept repeating over and over.
This dog–like psychological manipulation exploited Zey’s mental weaknesses. Again and again, the man combined drugs with psychological pressure and torture.
His goal was to make Zev develop a deep hatred and then use psychological self–healing techniques to make him forget.
When a person’s face becomes tied to your worst pain, the brain instinctively wipes the memory of that pain, blurring your impression of the person.
This brutal form of psychological hypnosis had been banned.
“Zev, who is this?” The person pulled him out of the water, holding Kelly’s photo and forcing him to speak.
“My … wife.”
He hung his head weakly, repeatedly staring at Kelly’s photo, forcing himself to remember more clearly. “Bring Assad to see me.” Zev’s voice was deep and strained
“Keep going. If he doesn’t die, keep hitting him until he does…” The person’s expression darkened, his voice filled with malice.
They used every cruel method to inflict pain on Zev.
The drugs numbed his mind, but the agony pushed his body to its breaking point.
Continuous torture could break a person mentally, even driving them to madness or insanity.
“He… He doesn’t seem to be breathing!” Seeing Zev cough up blood and remain motionless, the person panicked and rushed toward him.
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around his neck, flipping him over and pinning him to the ground.
“Don’t move!” Gary and his team rushed in.
“This man is a psychologist. He’s been in contact with the Lynches and Assad. We need to use him to get to the others. See if we can take them all down at once,” Zev barely managed to speak, clinging to his last bit of consciousness.
“These guys are way too sneaky. Our team was following you but lost you. You’re alive thanks to your wife. If she hadn’t given us the leads to check out the psychologist linked to the Lynches, you’d be dead or skinned alive!” Gary said, relieved to see Zev alive.
“Well, she’s my wife,” Zev said with a grin, showing off before passing out.
The psychologist looked at Gary and the others, terrified.
This couldn’t be … Have I walked right into Zev and Gary’s trap?
Lanford Hotel.
Melody took Jasper out for a while, hoping to give Kelly some time to rest alone.
Kelly had fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep, only to be jolted awake by a nightmare.
In the dream, she saw Zev being tortured by those people.
She desperately wanted to save him, but there was nothing she could do.
Tears uncontrollably spilled out, and Kelly sat up straight, wiping her tears.
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door.
Kelly stood up and opened it. It was Clarissa.
Clarissa sneered and looked at Kelly. “Zion still hasn’t been found?”
Kelly’s fingers slowly tightened around the door handle and the air felt heavy.
“Don’t worry, Zev won’t die.” Clarissa entered the hotel room, making sure there was no one else around and that Kelly wasn’t recording before speaking quietly again. “As long as you agree to leave with Zev, take your child, and get away… You can prevent him from getting into more trouble in the future existence will only ruin him.”
Kelly looked at Clarissa and slapped her across the face
They were in the room, with no cameras.
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Clarissa glared at Kelly, furious. “You’re crazy.”
Slap! Kelly slapped her again.
Clarissa attempted to strike back.
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Kelly grabbed her by the hair and slapped her again.
Clarissa glared at Kelly, seething with rage. “Aren’t you afraid Zev will die-”
Slap! Each time Clarissa spoke, Kelly struck her.
Clarissa clenched her fists, her eyes filled with hatred. “Kelly, just wait.”
She turned to leave, but Kelly wouldn’t let her.
Kelly grabbed her hair and slammed her head hard into the door.
Her voice was hoarse as she whispered, “Clarissa, Ken secretly had paternity tests done for Shane and Wade. Wade already knows Shane isn’t a Lockhart. The paternity test is in Ken’s hands. If Zev dies, you, the Lynches, won’t get a single penny of the inheritance. And Wade … as soon as he wakes up, you won’t get a dime.”
Clarissa glared at Kelly, seething with anger. “Kelly! You’ll pay for this!”
Kelly sneered sarcastically. “You’ve schemed and plotted, but too bad, when you go to ar, there’s always a price to pay. This is fate.”
Unwilling to accept it, Clarissa shoved Kelly aside in frustration and stormed off.
Kelly quickly grabbed her phone and called Ken. “I told Clarissa the paternity test is in your hands. She might go after you and Wade … She’s desperate now.”
Zev was definitely in Clarissa’s hands, and she would come up with other plans.
She wouldn’t let Zev go easily.
As for Wade, she might choose to make him sleep forever.
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