The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 991

What he hadn't anticipated was that not only did the whip fail to land, but the person in the chair didn't budge an inch, as if an infinite strength was hidden in those slender hands.

Carter froze in fear, "You..."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. The moment his eyes locked with Mirabella's cold stare, it was like his throat was gripped by an invisible hand, leaving him utterly speechless.

In the next instant, he felt a strange tingling in his hand. A powerful force yanked him forward, making him stumble and crash into the corner of a nearby desk, sprawling across it.

Mirabella's lips curled into a smirk. With a slight movement of her hand, the whip seemed to come alive, wrapping around her wrist, the handle pressing harshly against Carter's cheek, distorting his face.

Carter's vision blurred, unable to see anything but the overwhelming sensation of being completely overpowered.

Mirabella lifted a foot onto the chair, tilting her head slightly, her eyes deep and unreadable. Ignoring Carter's shocked expression, she brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and chuckled, "So what if I'm a woman? Women hold up half the sky, and I can still take you down."

Her words barely left her lips before Carter let out a miserable scream.

The interrogation room had no surveillance, and its soundproofing was top-notch. No matter how loud the commotion or piercing the screams, no sound escaped to the outside.

So, Carter's men standing guard outside the door had no clue what was happening inside, standing at attention as usual.

It wasn't until five minutes later, when they saw a group of people approaching from the other end of the corridor, that their expressions changed.