When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 She’s My Biological Sister

81%

Finished

Among them were exceptional talents, people with remarkable abilities.

But even those people had never succeeded in resisting this interrogation room–so naturally, Jean couldn’t

have either.

Which made it clear, her rejection had come from her body’s instincts. A natural, unshakable repulsion.

Carl reached out and lifted the girl from the ground.

He didn’t care about the blood staining her clothes–or his own. With swift, steady movement, he pulled her into his arms and rose to his feet.

“Queenie.”

Holding Jean in his arms, Carl looked down at her from above.

His tall figure loomed like a towering mountain, oppressive and suffocating, crushing down on Queenie until she could barely breathe.

“I…” She bit her lip, her gaze flickering in a panic, her voice stuck in her throat.

Queenie knew it was too late for excuses. All she could hope for now was that Carl might show her some mercy for the sake of their long–standing working relationship.

But-

“You’re suspended,” he said without hesitation.

His voice was cold. His dark eyes offered no warmth, only a glacial chill–like a snow–covered mountain. sealed in ice for a thousand years. A single breath from him felt like it could freeze Queenie alive.

She had never seen Carl like this.

Even when facing enemies, he was always calm and emotionless, like a still well–deep and quiet.

But now, Carl’s gaze was like a blade.

It felt like it could slice her into a thousand pieces.

“After the suspension,” he continued, “I’ll have Internal Affairs launch a full investigation into your conduct. Get ready to be sentenced.”

She couldn’t accept it. She knew what those punishments meant.

Her voice cracked further. “Even if she dies, it’s just a necessary cost in the pursuit of truth. It’s not like it hasn’t happened before, right?”

She looked up at Carl, disoriented, her eyes glittering with the beginnings of tears. “It’s fine to use her, to sacrifice her. Since when do you care this much about a suspect’s life?”

“Queenie.”

Carl’s expression darkened in an instant. His face–already ice cold–turned terrifyingly grim.

His eyes, usually just indifferent, now held a sharp, deadly edge.

Murderous intent radiated from him.

Queenie instinctively took a step back.

Her knees nearly buckled. She stumbled, almost falling to the floor.

“You want to know why?” Carl’s tone carried icy scorn. His voice was as sharp and frigid as frostbite. “Because–She’s my biological sister.”

232