"I don't understand what you are saying, nobody notified me, I'm locked up here, you should know who I come into contact with every day, shouldn't you?"
"That's something you need to answer. We're not going to waste words with you. Now you have five minutes to think about it. Are you going to insist on speaking, or… just shut up?"
Fristy Davis felt these people were really hard to deal with. She was puzzled about what kind of place Anthony Davis sent her to.
She asked, "What, don't you want to know?"
"Knowing is one thing, but if what we know isn't the truth we're after, then let's not waste time, just go straight to torture, it's faster."
Fristy Davis…
She suddenly felt a bit hesitant. These people were not easy to fool. The things she had planned to say might not be believed by them.
She secretly glanced at the person who passed her messages, that person's face didn't look good, and he didn't dare look at her at all.
