Chapter 606: Chapter 606

Chapter 606:

Even under their stern rebukes, she meekly acknowledged her errors, a stark contrast to her usual spirited demeanor.

Harlee had already briefed Belen and Wilton on her intentions to go live, a strategic move meant to subtly reprimand Lindsay.

Belen and Wilton played along, feigning ignorance of any turmoil, as Lindsay wrestled with her anxiety alone in the confines of their home.

As Lindsay’s world seemed to narrow to the walls of the Morgan estate, Harlee executed her live broadcast flawlessly, dedicating her attention to exposing the notorious fraud syndicate in Gruinia.

The relentless strain finally reached a breaking point for Averie, who, amidst a harsh interrogation, crumbled under the weight of her guilt.

Desperation seeped through her as she clung to the interrogator’s shoe, her voice breaking as she looked up and pleaded, “I’ll tell you everything… I’ll confess everything.”

The sordid details of Averie’s betrayal began to unfold. Rejected and bitter after discovering that Harlee, the one she had looked down upon, was the esteemed biological child of the Sanderson family, Averie had colluded with the Gruinia fraud syndicate. She had been secretly feeding information to them, all the while hiding Harlee’s true identity as a Sanderson.

This deception had led the fraud syndicate to mistakenly refer to Harlee as Harlee Gill, a name disconnected from her rightful legacy.

After Harlee had Adelina imprisoned, Averie grew bolder, openly broaching the topic of national-level collaboration with Chamberlain. She laid the groundwork for their alliance, while Chamberlain handled the darker task of eliminating Harlee on her behalf.

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Driven by his own thirst for vengeance against past slights, Chamberlain, who was secretly ordered by his organization to assassinate Harlee, embraced this partnership and ventured to Mogluylia, defying his dissenters.

Averie’s role was to act as the liaison, shuttling messages between Chamberlain and the mole within the military.

Eventually, cornered and overwhelmed, Averie broke down.

“I’ve confessed everything,” she declared, her voice quivering as she knelt on the cold, hard ground, repeatedly bowing in a desperate plea for mercy.

“When will you release me? I’d rather be in prison than endure another moment in this cursed place!”

After being forcibly retrieved from a military hospital, Averie had been confined by Vinson in a tiny, suffocating cell barely a meter across. The isolation of such a cramped space would unhinge anyone, and Averie, who was given nothing but water and subjected to relentless, harsh interrogations, was no exception.

Within just two days, she divulged every secret she held.

“How did you usually make contact with the mole?”

Averie’s gaze flitted nervously, and she shook her head.

“I don’t know… The methods changed every time.”

“I merely followed Chamberlain’s instructions, executing them to the letter,” she stammered.

“Is that so?” Harlee pressed on, skepticism lacing her tone.

In Averie’s direst moments, Harlee sauntered over with deliberate slowness, crouching to meet Averie’s eyes with a look of scorn, as though Averie were nothing more than trash on the street.

“Last chance.

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