The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: Lies

"I swear I don’t know!" Hudson shouted, the chains on his wrists clanging. "I don’t know anything about that, even if you kill me!"

Lola casually swung her foot to and fro, her leg resting over the other. Her initial questioning was simple. She didn’t immediately ask about what he had done to her, or anything related to Lola, to avoid him from tracing her real agenda. Hence, she used information Amala had gathered about Hudson, which Lola had spent time reading on the night the file reached her.

"So, you just don’t know where this person is?" she hummed, playing the syringe between her fingers. "You pimped her out, and then she just suddenly disappeared. Yet, you don’t know or even look for one of your missing girls?"

Hudson clenched his teeth, almost glaring at the person who had been trying to squeeze him out about a missing runaway turned prostitute.

"Many girls run away from the business, alright?" he hissed. "Those bitches just do whatever the hell they want! Why would I look for someone I can’t even remember?! If she’s giving me enough money, I might have. But this woman you’re talking about is someone I don’t even remember!"

Lola rocked her head, keeping her mouth shut while the man screamed his innocence. Of course, he didn’t remember. After all, the woman Lola was talking about didn’t exist.

"If you really don’t know where she is..." she dawdled, her eyelids drooping. "Then, how are you able to afford this lavish lifestyle?"

Hudson’s breath hitched as his eyes went wide.

"Did you somehow sell her not for her services anymore?" She insinuated, each word weighing more meaning in her remarks. "You know what I’m talking about, right?"

He choked. "I didn’t—are you telling me I chopped her up and sold parts of her?! Are you kidding me?!" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"That’s not what I said."

"You—" he clenched his teeth, hissing at her as his frustration continued to grow. They had been circling the same conversation over and over. He was at the end of his wits on how to prove to this person that he did nothing of what she was saying.

Hudson huffed bitterly as he tried to calm himself down. "I found a gig, alright? A gig that set me up for life where I don’t need to deal with all the bullshit of those bitches and the filth of the streets!"

"Oh?" This time, Lola leaned forward. "A gig that set you up for life? I’m interested."

"Shit," he hissed, glaring at the person interrogating him. His head had been throbbing, and it was more painful now that he had been screaming for his innocence. The darkness wasn’t helping this interrogation either.

"Fuck this," he muttered, huffing sharply as he relaxed his chained body on the bed. "Someone asked me to do something."

He paused, trying to see if that would suffice. Obviously, it didn’t suffice because he had to confess more to prove his innocence—that this lavish lifestyle was not because he changed careers from being a pimp to being an organ trafficker.

"I was asked to get someone to get raped," he finally breathed out, his voice quieter than before. "That’s it."

That’s... it?

Hearing this, Lola’s shoulders stiffened. The large syringe she was playing with stopped as a lump instantly formed in her throat.

What?

"I’m a pimp, and I don’t only handle girls. There were a few guys I know, though they give different services," he continued. "The client wanted me to set someone up, so I arranged it."

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