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Gabrielle looked at Nathaniel in the garden with a heart full of pity, feeling lost.

“What should I do? What will it take for Romello to let Nathaniel go?”

Frank sighed heavily. “Mr. Romello said that as long as Mr. Nathaniel doesn’t confess, he’ll kneel in the garden until nightfall without food or water. If he still doesn’t confess at night, the punishment will continue in the altar room.”

Gabrielle was shocked by Frank’s words, stunned by Romello’s cruelty.

“We don’t even know for sure if Nathaniel did it. How can Romello be so ruthless? Nathaniel was so badly injured last night. How can he endure this?”

Frank lowered his head, his eyes betraying his own discomfort.

He s

once more and said, “Ms. Gabrielle, you should advise him to speak the truth as soon as possible. It’s not worth defying Mr. Romello.”

With that, Frank turned and left.

Gabrielle’s gaze remained fixed on Nathaniel, torn and heartbroken as she watched him.

Nathaniel was clearly struggling, and he collapsed with a thud.

The nearby bodyguards immediately scooped cold water from a bucket and splashed it on his face to wake him up.

As he regained consciousness, Nathaniel was once again lifted up by the bodyguards and forced to maintain his kneeling position.

Gabrielle felt her once–peaceful view of life crumbling.

The methods of torture employed by men who had come from the military were terrifying….

However, she knew Nathaniel was too stubborn to speak up.

After much hesitation, Gabrielle returned to her room, quietly sending a text message to Sheena.

At that moment, Sheena was still asleep.

Elliot, wide awake at dawn, was as energetic as ever, dragging her into some vigorous

activity.

After a few hours, he was finally satisfied and took a shower.

By the time he was finished, Sheena was fast asleep, and she did not hear the notification from her phone on the bedside table.

However, Elliot, freshly showered and dressed in a white towel around his waist, heard it.

With his short, wet hair and toned physique, he walked over to the bedside table to check the message for Sheena.

Initially assuming it was a work–related email, Elliot was taken aback by the seriousness

of its content.

[Gabrielle: Sheena, did Nathaniel help you steal from the top floor? Romello knows now. He tortured Nathaniel from last night until now. Please, return the stolen items and save him!]

Was Nathaniel exposed?

Elliot’s gaze grew increasingly somber as he glanced at Sheena sleeping on the bed.

His darling was exhausted, sleeping soundly..

Elliot exited the message screen on Sheena’s phone, placed it back on the bedside table, swiftly changed his clothes, and quietly left the room. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Once outside E&S Haven, he called Lionel.

“You have five minutes. Get dressed and meet me in the garage. Get your team ready and order them to wait for us five hundred meters from the Nicholls residence.”

Lionel was always quick on his feet when it concerned official matters.

He appeared at the garage door within five minutes.

They first stopped at the National Investigation Bureau and changed into military attire before acquiring a detention warrant.

With preparations complete, they swiftly headed to the Nicholls residence.

Half an hour later, they joined Lionel’s team, which had been waiting 500 meters away.

Upon reaching the entrance of the Nicholls residence, the bodyguards were bewildered to

see Elliot dressed in military attire, personally there to make an arrest.

Who were they after?

“Mr. Jenkins, please wait. Let me report to Mr. Romello first.”

Elliot responded coldly, “No need for that. This is a National Investigation Bureau case. Every guard must cooperate immediately, and he has no authority to obstruct. Stand aside.”

“Yes…”

With his hands tucked into the pockets of his military pants, Elliot exuded an imposing aura as he entered the Nicholls residence.

Upon entering the garden, he spotted Nathaniel’s weak figure struggling on the gravel. path not far away.

Having passed out several times midway, Nathaniel was drenched in sweat, and his unhealed wounds had begun bleeding again, staining his clothes with streaks of crimson.