To his complete surprise, Oliver didn’t ask him what he wanted. No. Instead, he slowly turned to two of his strong-looking n, n who had been quiet and still like statues all this ti.
And Oliver said in a cold, heavy voice that left no room for questions, "Hold Jas down. I don’t want him to even move a single foot. Not even a single muscle. Hold him down."
Imdiately Jas blinked, before he could even understand what that ant, Oliver turned to the third man in the room. "You," he said, pointing, "make sure you open his mouth properly. Pull out his tongue. I want to cut it off."
At that mont Silence fell, It was as if ti froze, for a split second, Jas didn’t move. He thought he didn’t hear it well. Maybe his ears were lying. But when he looked up and saw Oliver’s face, and then the three n suddenly stepping forward like hungry wolves, his heart that was calm before suddenly started beating like a drum.
Panic gripped him.
He couldn’t believe what he just heard, It was like a nightmare playing out in real life.
And at that mont, the three n swung into action.
Without wasting another second, two of them grabbed his arms one on the left, one on the right. Strong, firm, brutal hands gripped him like steel. They pulled him down to his knees like he was just a rag doll. His legs buckled beneath him.
The third man grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open, rough fingers prying at his lips.
Jas couldn’t move, he couldn’t fight.
His knees were on the cold hard ground, and his arms were locked so tightly that pain started to shoot up through his shoulders. It felt like his bones were about to snap out of place.
At that mont, upon seeing how serious everything had gotten how Oliver’s voice turned colder, how the n beside him were no longer just guards but executioners Jas finally knew.
It was done, there was no more begging, no more waiting, no more chances.
Imdiately his eyes darted left and right, his heart pounded wildly inside his chest. Every second felt like a countdown to sothing horrible. And then, all at once, the fear exploded inside him.
Without wasting another second, Jas began to scream.
"I’ll talk! Please! I’ll talk!" he cried out with a loud and trembling voice.
His voice echoed in the room, shaking with panic, as if he hoped his confession might save his life.
He shouted again. "I swear I’ll tell everything, just don’t hurt please!"
The room went quiet. Oliver didn’t say a word yet. He just stared at Jas.
Jas swallowed hard and started to speak, his words coming fast like soone who had been holding poison in his mouth for too long.
"It was... it was the won!" Jas cried out. "They ca to . They ca to because I was Cora’s ex-husband. They knew I had once been close to her, so they wanted to use that."
He looked at Oliver with fear in his eyes. "They said... they said they wanted Cora to be destroyed. That’s what they said. That they want her to go down. They told I should help them. They needed to help them bring her down completely."
Jas’s eyes were filled with tears now, his voice shaking even more. "I tried to tell them that I loved her. I really did. But... I was drowning. The debt, the pressure, everything I didn’t have a choice. I swear, I didn’t. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This is not how it was supposed to be."
He dropped his head in sha, his whole body trembling.
"They pressured ... they pressured too much."
The room was dead silent for a few monts.
Then slowly, Oliver leaned forward just a little, his eyes still locked on Jas, his voice ca out cold, quiet, and sharp.
"So... what were your plans for Cora, by the way?"
Jas froze.
Oliver’s tone changed calr now, but full of threat.
"What plans did you tell them that you were going to go with?"
At that mont, Jas slowly raised his head and locked eyes with Oliver again. And then... he swallowed hard.
He knew, he knew that the mont he opened his mouth and said what ca next... he was done for.
At that mont, Oliver’s voice sliced through the silence once again. His tone wasn’t loud, but it carried a sharpness that made Jas flinch.
"What plan did you discuss with them, Jas?"
The question wasn’t just a request for information it was a warning. A last chance. A final nail, waiting to be hamred.
Jas, still on his knees, felt as if the walls around him had started closing in. His throat tightened. His breath hitched. He looked up at Oliver, his lips trembling as if the weight of the truth was choking him. His voice cracked as he finally managed to speak.
"I’m not going to lie... I swear I’m not..." he began, eyes darting toward the guards holding him down. "I... I’ll tell the truth."
His head dropped. His voice dropped even lower.
"They approached first... the won. They ca to ... saying that since I was Cora’s ex-husband, I could help them get to her. They... they wanted her gone. Destroyed."
Jas closed his eyes tightly, as if reliving the mont. His jaw clenched before he continued, his voice wobbling.
"I told them... I told them I loved Cora. That despite everything, I still I still cared about her. But the debt... the money I owe Kingston Investnts it’s drowning . I was desperate. I didn’t know what else to do. They kept pressuring . Calling. Visiting. Threatening. I swear, I tried to resist... I did..."
One of the guards behind him scoffed quietly. But Oliver didn’t flinch. He kept staring, expression blank. Cold. Waiting.
"So I gave in," Jas whispered. "I told them... I told them that if they could help get ZXZ back under my na... that I would help them. I said I would create a video. One that would hurt Cora. I’d say whatever they wanted. One of them the one with the heavy accent she said she had deep ties with the dia. That she could spin the story however they wanted. She could destroy Cora’s na."
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