Chapter 126 Help Me
Run her over?
Timothy suddenly felt like he was teaching a good girl how to be bad.
He smirked, "Forget it. I haven't even married my wife yet—I don't want her stupidly ending up in jail first."
"Leave Sherry's matter to me, okay? You can learn to rely on me."
There's no need to handle everything yourself.
Elizabeth lowered her head. Actually, her initial idea was to make Sherry slowly experience the feeling of losing everything.
She suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Robinson, please help me."
Timothy was confused.
A moment of silence.
Timothy crossed his arms, sitting like a boss, his tone meaningful, "I'll help you tonight."
Elizabeth's breath caught, her gaze drifting.
It moved to his long legs, those slender thighs wrapped beneath his suit pants.
Those legs—she'd seen them before.
Smooth lines, firm and powerful.
When he stood holding her while making love, his stamina was impressive.
The car drove to the place where Uri and Tate were being held.
Joe stood at the door waiting for Timothy and Elizabeth.
Seeing them approach, he opened the door.
Timothy and Elizabeth walked in first, Joe followed and closed the door behind them.
Tate looked at Timothy and Elizabeth as they entered. When he saw Elizabeth, he looked a bit stunned.
How could it be her?
What happened over a year ago—Tate couldn't have forgotten that quickly.
From the moment he entered, Timothy had been observing Tate and the others. He didn't miss the stunned look in Tate's eyes when he saw Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth, what do you want to ask them?" Timothy pulled Elizabeth to sit in a chair.
There was no way Tate would answer honestly.
They weren't cooperating.
Timothy looked at Joe.
Joe understood and walked up to Tate and the others, squatting down and opening a toolbox.
He took out a pair of plastic gloves from the toolbox, then pulled out a pair of pliers.
Tate cursed angrily, trying to stay calm, "What do you think you're doing? I'll sue you!"
Joe sneered. First time hearing criminals threatening to sue others. His voice was gentle as he said, "We haven't sued you yet, so why are you trying to sue us first?"
Timothy, sitting in the chair, turned to look at Elizabeth, "Elizabeth, do you want to wait outside for the results, or stay inside?"
What was about to happen would be a bit bloody.
"I'll stay inside," Elizabeth smiled, "Mr. Robinson, I'm not that timid."
Timothy's thin lips curved slightly upward, "Alright. If you get scared, Mr. Robinson can hold you. Joe, begin."
As soon as his words fell.
Joe nodded and smiled politely at Tate, "Sorry about this, sir."
Tate squirmed, trying to move backward, but unfortunately he was tied up and couldn't move.
Joe clamped Tate's finger with the pliers and pressed hard.
Fingers are connected to the heart. Tate screamed at the top of his lungs.
The room was well soundproofed—no way anyone outside could hear Tate's voice.
"Now sir, are you ready to cooperate and answer questions?" Joe asked with a smile.
Next to Tate was the ugly-looking Uri. Uri saw Tate's finger get crushed directly.
Uri was scared to death, stammering, "We sent them to one person, but we don't know who that person is."
Joe acknowledged this, saying regretfully, "I wasn't asking you. I was asking him."
He moved the pliers to the middle finger again, "Next, the middle finger needs a lesson. Sir, have you figured out how to answer the questions?"
"Yes, yes I have. Those photos and videos were only sent to the person who hired us this time. I don't know who it is—every time we contact them, their voice is disguised."
Elizabeth frowned. The photos and videos had already been sent out.
"Don't worry too much," Timothy reached out and held Elizabeth's hand. His expression was casual as he turned to Joe and instructed, "Use his phone to call that person and try to track the location."
Joe nodded. He took off his gloves and left the room first to prepare for the call tracking.
Timothy let go of Elizabeth's hand and walked up to Tate, "You still have something to say, about my girlfriend."
Timothy was just bluffing Tate based on that look in his eyes.
Though Elizabeth was confused, her expression cooperatively remained cold.
Tate didn't want to talk.
Timothy slowly curved his lips into a smile, "I'm a doctor. I know the human body very well."
Seeing Timothy's smile, Tate's body trembled, but he still didn't dare speak. If he said anything, he'd be even more dead.
Tate could only bite the bullet and lie, "I don't know her. It's just that someone asked me to kidnap her before. I happened to be busy at the time, so I didn't do it."