Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 855

"Your face may be handsome, but your heart is cold," Callie exclaimed, her voice laced with anger. "Do you not understand that if either Helen or I end up in prison, it will stain our lives forever?"

"And why should I care?" Owen retorted, his tone indifferent. "I'm just doing my duty as a responsible citizen. Whatever consequences you face are your own doing."

"You—" Callie struggled to contain her frustration, searching for words to shift Owen's callous perspective. Before she could speak further, Helen raised a hand to silence her.

"It seems you have no intention of telling the truth, do you?" Helen asked calmly.

Owen sighed disdainfully, sitting upright and leaning back in his chair. "Is this your attempt at coercing a confession through torture? My apologies, I mean 'extracting a statement under duress,'" he mocked.

"Too bad, Helen," he continued firmly. "No matter what you do, I'll keep saying it—You're the one responsible for that person's death. You won't make me change my testimony!"

"You're quite defiant, aren't you?" Helen remarked casually, raising an eyebrow. Slowly, she lifted her hand, revealing an acupuncture needle. "Let's see how long that defiance lasts."

With precision, she inserted the needle into the exposed skin beneath Owen's shirt collar.

Instantly, a sharp, electrifying sensation surged through Owen's entire body.

Owen gritted his teeth, determined to resist the pain. His hands, tightly bound behind him, clenched into fists. Despite his efforts to stay composed, his face contorted with agony.

Nonetheless, Owen's reaction only confirmed Helen's belief that he was not an ordinary physics student.

"Are you feeling the strain already?" Helen's lips curled into a cold smirk, her expression unwavering. "This is just the beginning. I coated the needle with a special powder.

"As time passes, the pain will only get worse. If you want to spare yourself more agony, it's in your best interest to start telling the truth now."

Owen shuddered, his entire body engulfed in pain. Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead, and his vision began to blur. Muffled moans escaped his throat uncontrollably.

After what felt like an endless torment, Owen lifted his head slowly, summoning the last shreds of his resolve to force his eyes open.

Unable to contain her anger, Callie gritted her teeth before abruptly storming out of the room.

Seeing Helen and Callie emerge, Chandler calmly walked over.

"So, how did it go?" he asked.

"He refused to talk." Helen sighed, shaking her head.

"Yeah, he's unbearable!" Callie huffed, her cheeks puffing out with frustration. "He's the epitome of a 'Karen'!"

Helen chuckled softly. "Callie, that's not quite the right context for that term."

"Does it matter? No negative word truly encapsulates how difficult he is," Callie replied. She clearly excelled in mathematics more than she did in slang.