Chapter 526

Chapter 526:

When Ashton noticed this, he said with a faint smile, “I suppose you have already figured it out. Your life means nothing in their eyes. So, instead of being foolishly loyal…”

and blindly following them, you might as well work with me. Maybe then I can let you live.”

“What do you want me to do?” Jacoby asked in a low voice, not raising his head.

Ashton didn’t mince words. “Tell me what your brother and Fraser are doing now. What are their schemes?”

Jacoby opened his mouth, but no words came out for a while.

The discovery of Beal’s betrayal made him almost blurt out the truth impulsively. But when he thought of Fraser’s terrifying methods and the Dark Night Organization, he swallowed the words hard and remained silent.

Ashton could tell that Jacoby was in emotional turmoil at the moment. But he knew Jacoby’s mental defenses hadn’t completely crumbled yet; that was why Jacoby was still hesitant to reveal the truth.

“Well, if you can’t say it now, maybe you can do it later. But by then, I’m afraid your fate will be much worse,” Ashton said calmly.

Jacoby gritted his teeth, still not saying anything. His internal struggle was evident on his face.

Soon, Ashton took Jacoby to Staville police station. Jacoby received corresponding medical treatment and was temporarily detained.

The excruciating pain all over his body kept stimulating Jacoby’s nerves. Until now, he still found it hard to believe that the brother he admired too much didn’t care about him at all. His life and death meant nothing to Beal.

He was angry, but he was also terrified. If he listened to Ashton and revealed the secrets of the Dark Night Organization, Ashton might let him go. However, knowing the means of the Dark Night Organization, he feared that even if he survived, their revenge would make his life a living hell.

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗈𝗺

While Jacoby was still in a dilemma, Ashton, who had left after bringing him to the police station, returned.

But Ashton was not alone. He brought Beal with him.

When Ashton passed in front of Jacoby, the latter saw the confident look on his face. For some reason, a bad feeling surged from the bottom of Jacoby’s heart.

Beal had been at home earlier, anxiously awaiting news from the assassins when Ashton stormed in with his men, taking him to the police station without uttering a single word.

The moment Beal found himself face to face with Ashton at the precinct, a deep sense of dread washed over him.

But whenever anxiety gnawed at him, he masked it with anger, lashing out to conceal his panic.

And this time was no different. As he was led to a holding cell, Beal continued his act, shouting in defiance.

“Don’t think I don’t know the law! This is illegal detention! I demand to see my lawyer!”

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