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Chapter 1077: Chapter 1077: Interrogation
"Horton Moore?"
Upon hearing this name, Aron Jackson paused for a moment, then asked, "The richest man in Abernathy, the one who made his fortune selling Power Pills, Horton Moore?"
Horton Moore was a famous businessman; his health products were very popular and had been featured on television and in newspapers multiple times.
Even in Gonzalez City, Aron Jackson had heard of this businessman.
"Correct!"
Julius Reed pocketed his cellphone and scrutinized Anna Harris before him, "Let’s deal with her first, then take a trip to the Radcliffe Family. You might not believe this, but someone told me Zade Radcliffe is Devlin."
"Zade Radcliffe?"
Aron Jackson blinked in disbelief, "Is that true? If that old guy is Devlin, he’s hidden it really deep!"
They had been right under their noses for nearly four years without being discovered.
A chilling thought!
"Although we can’t be sure that Zade Radcliffe is Devlin, one thing is certain."
Julius Reed picked up a basin and turned on the faucet in Aron Jackson’s office, "Zade Radcliffe definitely has a connection with The North Sea. The day the Young Master was killed, it was Zade Radcliffe who sent out the message."
He said and then carrying a basin of water, he approached Anna Harris!
Splash!
He threw the water viciously!
The cold tap water abruptly awakened Anna Harris, who had been unconscious!
"Ah..."
Anna Harris opened her eyes, panicking as she looked at the person in front of her.
At the same time, her chest heaved rapidly, taking deep, labored breaths!
"Julius Reed... I... how did I end up here..."
After a brief stupor, she asked in terror, "What... what are you doing!"
As she tried to move, all the wounds on Anna Harris’s body felt like they were tearing apart.
She leaned back into the chair in agony and gave up struggling.
"Baylor Davenport, I want to talk to you."
Julius Reed pulled over a chair and slowly sat down.
Looking at the utterly confused and extremely pained Anna Harris in front of him, he leaned forward slightly, "Now, I ask, you answer."
"Julius Reed, are you sick?"
Anna Harris frowned, clenching her teeth tightly.
Pain!
Her entire skeleton felt as if it had fallen apart.
It seemed that if she moved again, she would die.
"Where... am I?"
Upon regaining her composure, Anna Harris began to recall.
It seemed she had taken a cab at night and then suddenly something hit her.
When she awoke, it was now.
Her body seemed to be wrapped in bandages too.
"You were in a car accident, I just brought you out from the hospital."
Julius Reed leaned back in the chair, legs crossed, "Now, answer a few questions for me. If you’re not honest..."
"Throwing knife box."
He turned his head towards Aron Jackson.
Aron Jackson immediately pulled out a throwing knife box and in front of Anna Harris, stuffed in the darts.
Afterwards, he pulled the safety pin and handed it to Julius Reed.
"Five darts, is that enough?"
"If it’s not, we’ll reload."
Julius Reed raised the throwing knife box, pointing it at Anna Harris’s head.
Then he slowly moved the box down towards her knee.
"Starting now, answer each of my questions seriously. For every lie, one dart."
Anna Harris was the key to the entire plan last night!
Without the car accident, every part of the plan would have failed.
As the first domino to be pushed, Julius Reed needed to confirm her identity.
Was she or was she not Baylor Davenport?
The words Lillian Tompson left on the recording pen were almost what Julius Reed had guessed.
Possibly, there were two Anna Harrises in the world.
One real, one fake.
Both constantly switching, existing by Quella Radcliffe’s side.
What he could be sure of was that Baylor Davenport had certainly stayed by Quella Radcliffe’s side.
But was this person before him the real one? 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘱𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"Julius Reed! Have you lost your mind? Hiss..."
Anna Harris sucked in the cool air painfully, her entire body filled with exhaustion.
After the car accident, her bones and muscles were all in a state of soreness.
And now, she had been awakened by a bucket of cold water, weak to the extreme.
"Where’s Quella Radcliffe? I need to find Quella Radcliffe!"
The helpless Anna Harris began to twist her head.
But she realized that this was not Quella Radcliffe’s home but a strange office.
In front of her was Aron Jackson.
"Aron Jackson, what the hell is going on! Has Julius Reed gone mad?"
Anna Harris shouted with a pleading tone, "What’s gotten into all of you..."
But Aron Jackson remained silent.
He did not speak.
"Now, the first question."
Julius Reed stared straight into Anna Harris’s eyes and said indifferently, "Do you remember the first time we met in Five-river Province?"
"You..."
Anna Harris gasped heavily, her gaze filled with fear.
Her body shook uncontrollably.
"Answer me, you don’t have many chances."
Julius Reed reminded her, "Remember my words, for every question, one dart."
"I remember..."
Anna Harris’s voice shook as she spoke, "At that time, you replaced Quella Radcliffe to pick me up at the airport, and you even fought off an admirer of mine..."
"Excellent!"
Julius Reed moved the cover of the dart box aside, pointing it upward.
Whoosh!
The dart box sounded.
Anna Harris’s body trembled, her eyes tightly closed.
"It’s okay, as long as you have not lied, the dart won’t strike you."
"Whew!"
Julius Reed blew gently on the mouth of the dart box and once again aimed it at Anna Harris, "Second question, while you were abroad, were you always in contact with Quella Radcliffe? Did you ever return to the country during that period?"
Back when The North Sea fell, Baylor Davenport happened to be abroad.
And Anna Harris was also abroad, which matched well.
However, Baylor Davenport left earlier than Anna Harris.
At that time, Anna Harris was still in the country.
And she was still a classmate of Quella Radcliffe.
"Yes!"
Anna Harris nodded continuously with her eyes closed, "We kept in touch by phone and video calls, and before I returned to the country, I had even arranged with Quella Radcliffe to come pick me up at the airport."
While speaking, she was terrified.
This fear was a genuine, instinctual display, not an act.
"Julius Reed, although I don’t know what’s happened, Quella Radcliffe and I are truly good friends, there’s nothing more to it..."
After a brief panic, Anna Harris regained her composure.
"Very good. Now, I will ask you the most important question. The day Quella Radcliffe returned from the capital city, was she with you?"
Julius Reed placed the mouth of the dart box on Anna Harris’s knee and asked coldly, "If you lie, you can definitely say goodbye to this leg."
"I was always in Gonzalez City, I never went to the capital city at all!"
Anna Harris’s eyes widened, somewhat surprised, "Are you mistaking me for someone else?"
"Then where were you before Quella Radcliffe went to the capital city? Or let me ask you this way, when your brother’s hot pot restaurant was smashed and Aron Jackson and I came to the rescue, where were you!"
Julius Reed narrowed his eyes, firing off a series of questions.
"I don’t have a brother!"
Anna Harris shook her head back and forth like a rattle-drum, "Where did this brother come from! You must have made a mistake!"
Her eyes carried panic, but it did not seem like she was lying.
"When your brother’s hot pot restaurant was smashed, it was Brother Davenport and I who brought people to save the day! Are you saying that didn’t happen?"
Aron Jackson suddenly stood up and pointed at Anna Harris, "You must tell the truth!"
"I really don’t have one!"
Anna Harris was completely frightened.
Whoosh!
The dart box sounded.
Julius Reed triggered the mechanism.
And Anna Harris, in pain, clutched her knee, her mouth wide open, but not a sound could be heard...
