Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 1031

Chapter 1031: Chapter 1030

It wasn’t just a few hundred or a few thousand, nor was it a measly sum under ten grand. It was a whopping one hundred thousand dollars!

The kid in front of me looked like he was loaded.

"Cash," Fitch added.

The driver’s wife nodded, shock written all over her face, "Alright, I agree."

It wasn’t just about the money; it was more about not letting her husband’s death be in vain. If someone had really poisoned her husband, she’d go to the ends of the earth to get justice for him!

Rosemary received a text from Jones and, with a sly smile playing on her lips, made her way to the basement.

Jack was exhausted, taking a breather on the side. He hadn’t expected this tough nut to crack to be so resilient, refusing to spill even a single word no matter how hard he was pressed.

"So you’ve been serving Erik because he saved your parents back in the day, and after they passed, he took you under his wing like a godson, and that’s why you work for him?"

Stinger’s eyelids lifted as he looked at Rosemary, surprised she had figured it out so quickly.

"But what you don’t know is that your biological parents, they were killed by him."

Rosemary’s words made Stinger’s gaze freeze, clearly disbelieving.

"Years ago, when your parents were fleeing your hometown with you by boat, they were ambushed by assassins hiding onboard shortly after departure. Outnumbered, your parents were severely wounded,and you too were injured and fell unconscious. The boat had to turn back to shore."

"When you woke up, Erik told you he was a friend of your parents, said they were dead, and even showed you photos. He promised to give them a proper burial, and after the funeral, he took you to pay

your respects. Then he encouraged you to learn skills and become capable so you could one day avenge your parents’ death."

Stinger’s past played before his eyes, his normally dead gaze now flickering with emotion, stirred by the revelations.

"So, you became Erik’s puppet, doing his bidding, repaying him for saving your life and raising you."

The emotion in Stinger’s eyes turned to agitation, and he finally spoke, "You’re slandering him!"

His wrists were raw and bleeding from the rope’s cruel bite, but he seemed impervious to pain, still deluding himself with thoughts of escape.

With a swift jab, Jack landed a punishing blow to his stomach, forcing him to double over in agony, finally stilling him for a moment.

"The truth is, that grave was just a show for you. Your parents aren’t dead. Erik has them locked up, tormenting them daily. He even taunts them with photos and videos of you, calling the enemy ’Dad,’ just to punish them for leaving the organization, to twist the knife of their suffering."

Stinger couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his gaze at Rosemary laced with hate, doubt and belief.

Hate for her having his parents’ grave dug up.

Doubt because she might be sowing discord.

Belief because if it was all a lie, how could she craft such a convincing story, as if she had witnessed it all herself.

"We found someone, a witness to what happened back then," Rosemary glanced at her watch, "He’ll be here any minute."

Stinger’s eyes remained a mix of conflict and distrust.

The wait was only a few minutes, but to Stinger, it felt as long as a century.

Finally, when Jones appeared with a man in tow, all eyes snapped to the newcomer.

The man was short, barely five foot three.

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