Try Begging - Chapter 161.1
He had overstepped the mark with his remarks. The commander was angry but had to admit the truth.
“I was short-sighted.”
He conceded with a long sigh, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.
“Alright, let’s both step back from this.”
A deep furrow formed between the major’s eyebrows.
“I mean to release the child.”
It seemed to the commander that the child would not be able to handle this madman. He feared the worst—that in a worst-case scenario, both the major and the child might end up dead.
Even if the child could handle it, putting the two together seemed like a recipe for disaster. He tried to explain that he was only trying to separate them for safety, but he knew Winston would not accept such an explanation.
As expected, the blind madman glared at him, grinding his teeth.
“You’re the one who should let go, not Grace.”
“Major, as I’ve said before, don’t lose everything over just one loss.”
Just one loss? Leon clenched his fists painfully tight.
That one loss was everything to him.
And to call it just one loss…
He took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress the boiling rage.
“You’re mistaken if you think your daughter’s situation causes me to lose everything.”
“I’ll say it again. I have no intention of killing her, whether you believe she knows my secrets or not.”
“Whether you kill her or whisk her away, it’s all the same to me.”
The commander let out a weary sigh. Winston’s obsession and madness towards the child seemed to grow worse by the day. If it was this bad in just four months, he dreaded thinking about what the future held.
Unbeknownst to others who envied him, Winston was such a madman. The commander was itching to tell the truth whenever he heard praises for selecting Winston in the sweep operation.
Rubbing his face roughly, he noticed a photograph in front of him.
“What’s this…”
It was an ID photo—a driver’s license bearing the name Nora Watson—the fake identity Angela Riddle had used to infiltrate his ranks.
“Isn’t this against our agreement?”
The commander was outraged.
Hadn’t they agreed that Winston would take over the command of the sweep operation in exchange for handing over all records and evidence related to the assassination plot of the former king that were directly or indirectly related to him?
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
The tone of the man, who had been grinding his teeth, shifted to a smug sneer. It was utterly despicable.
“As far as I’m aware, the possession of Angela Riddle’s items was not part of what you requested, Commander.”
“How can I trust you if you do this? It seems our trust has already been compromised.”
“Was our relationship intact when you planted a spy under me, Commander? As far as I remember, our relationship didn’t start with trust but with threats and coercion. I thought I might remind you since you seem to have forgotten.”
Winston looked down at him disdainfully, sneering again before backing him into a corner.
“I also have Angela Riddle’s diary. I suppose I needn’t tell you what’s written in it.”
The commander felt like he had been knocked out of the ring in this confrontation, but the relentless madman did not stop.
“If I am murdered, expose what’s inside this. I hope you haven’t forgotten about the safe under that name in the Winston estate.”
Did that mean both items were stored there?
The commander turned pale.
“Of course, if Grace gets killed, that gets exposed too.”
“Fine. I’m completely washing my hands on this matter. Whether you choose to rush headlong off a cliff like a mad lemming is entirely up to you!”
If Grace were at the bottom of that cliff, he would gladly jump.
Leon had turned and left before the commander even finished shouting.
“That’s why I said it’s dangerous, damn that woman…”
Back at the First Special Task Force headquarters, he sat down at his desk, but work was the last thing on his mind. He read and reread the same spot on the documents, turning his back to the window where heavy rain was pouring down.
“Major.”
Campbell knocked on the office door.
“Come in.”
In Campbell’s hand was a note. When Leon realized what it was about, he had to sit down again.
“There’s been contact from Wakefield.”
The detective he had hired to track down the woman had found something significant.
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