The Wrong Woman
Chapter 197

After two hours, Liam opened the door.

A couple of men with guns stood there.

"Not bad, Liam. Is the woman still standing after being in there for so long?" one of them teased.

He shot him a shallow smile. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Mick had us come over to see if you're finished with her. If you are, we'll bring her over to his room.”

His face darkened slightly. He looked back at the room and said, "I'll bring her myself."

"Alright," the two said in unison.

Liam was deep in thought for a moment before he turned and walked back in. He then came out with Suzanne in tow, yanking her roughly by the arm

Suzanne's hair was tousled, and her clothes were disheveled. She lifted her head and glanced at the sky toward Norvania in fear.

She didn't know if she could rely on Liam to make it out of there alive. She'd only hoped that Nathan got the message and was looking for ways to save her.

In front of the wooden house, Mick's eyes glistened at the sight of Liam dragging Suzanne over to him. A smug grin was plastered on his face. "How was she?" he asked casually as he smoked a cigarette.

Liam smiled lightly at him in return. "Very nice. Thank you, Mick."

The latter stood up and yanked on his trousers. "My turn.”

Suzanne's heartbeat quickened, and a wave of disgust washed over her. Liam's gaze darkened, and he opened his mouth hesitatingly. "There's something better than sex with the woman, Mick."

"What?"

Liam eyed the woman at his side. Her body was trembling, and there was cold sweat on her forehead.

He made up some elaborate lie to try and buy her more time. "I just asked her. Turns out this woman is a chemist from Sunterland. She's able to fix the batch of goods that we previously got."

The bald man stared at Suzanne dumbfoundedly. "She is?"

"Yeah, why not let her have a go?" he suggested.

Mick didn't hesitate at all. He rubbed his greasy head gleefully and said, "Let's bring her to the warehouse.”

Suzanne was brought to the warehouse.

Upon seeing the sheer size of the drug-manufacturing factory, she was rendered speechless. Anger bubbled within her.

How many people would this kill?

In the warehouse laboratory, Mick pointed at a bag of powder. "Give it a try."

She shook her head and calmed herself down. "I don't take drugs.” "I'm not asking you to. This thing kills people. We don't know what's mixed up in it. It explodes when it comes in contact with water.”

He walked over and threw a handful of it into a cup nearby. In an instant, the water inside the cup bubbled up, and there was a small explosion. It wasn't huge, but it was terrifying nonetheless.

Everyone took a step back in fear.

Suzanne, however, grew extremely curious. She approached with interest and picked up a bit of the powder, rubbing it between her fingers.

She observed the powder in her hand carefully. It felt like it started to generate heat as soon as it came in contact with the skin. A faint smoke was being emitted as well

It was her first time seeing such a strange chemical reaction.

She became strangely excited. She'd completely forgotten that she was still in a hell-like drug den with danger crawling everywhere, and that she was holding a toxic substance in between her fingers.

She was only interested in the chemical reaction in her hands.

Suzanne repeatedly rubbed the powder between her fingers. The more she did it, the more it hurt. It even burned her fingertips red.

If someone were to inhale this, they'd most certainly die.

"How much of these things are there?" she asked.

"Two tons," Mick replied.

The amount made her blood boil. She hated these people.

"Get me a microscope.”

Someone immediately brought a microscope over.

Suzanne started examining the substance thoroughly. She grew more excited as she worked. Her entire focus was fully on the task at hand. Everyone was watching her.

As she worked meticulously, someone experienced said in a low voice, "She's quite the professional.”

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