All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 846 Marshall Was Nervous Inside the dark, damp confinement chamber, a body covered in bruises was curled up in a nearby corner, covered in blood.

"Jangle..." The eerie sound cfrom the rusty old iron door.

The person lying on the floor remained motionless. He was seemingly unaffected by external disturbances until someone said, "It's tfor dinner." The familiar voice caused Flash, who was originally lying on the floor, to instantly turn over and get up.

The stimulation of the voice made him forget the serious injuries on his body. He turned over and got up too quickly, instantly pulling on his wounds and causing him to sit back in embarrassment.

"What? Has the previously majestic Flash captain lost the ability to even stand up now?" Ronin's sarcastic words made Flash's wounds painful even more.

Since Flash was discovered wanting to steal information, he had been imprisoned in the confinement chamber. To prevent him from escaping, his former group of henchmen had tortured him.

What was even more ironic was that all those means of torture that Flash had suffered were means that he had invented specifically to use against those prisoners he once captured.

He originally thought that the person coming was one of his men or his boss who cto punish him, but he never expected that it to be Ronin.

Flash looked up at Ronin with difficulty, and Ronin was also looking at him, with a strong sense of mockery in his cold eyes. It seemed that Ronin was mocking him for his incompetence.

Seeing Flash looking at him with a puzzled face, Ronin simply squatted down. He used his hand to pull up Flash's collar, closing the distance between them. "Flash, I told you to be careful and not to fall into my hands. Why don't you take my words seriously? Ronin then patted Flash's cheek provocatively.

If it was before, Flash would have already taught Ronin a lesson.

But now, his and Ronin's identities had completely swapped. He was now the captive. Ronin's unrestricted arrival there had enabled Flash to guess the truth of the matter. He inquired in a cold voice, "So, I'm the bargaining chip you're trading with my boss?" "That's right." Ronin admitted generously. "I promised your boss to cooperate with him to make sure that he can get the information he wants from Catherine without any problems. But my condition is that I want you to beca plaything in my hands when it's done." Flash was still struggling. He didn't want to believe what he heard. "No way. My boss..." "You're trying to say he can't agree to my terms, right?" Before Flash could finish his words, Ronin interrupted him. "If I say that he never believed you at all, that he arranged spies to monitor you from the very beginning, and that he knew all the things you did in private, do you believe it?" Ronin's words silenced Flash.

Although he didn't want to accept this fact, he knew that what Ronin said might be true. Because the fact that Ronin could stand there was the best proof.

After the silence, Flash becangry.

He didn't want to see Ronin being this arrogant. He raised his head and stared angrily at Ronin. "Do you think that you can be liberated now that I have beca captive? Will you be able to survive? Ronin, you have overestimated yourself. Believe it or not, you will die before I do." Flash knew his boss too well. There was no way his boss would let Ronin go and Ronin would die for sure.

Hearing his words, Ronin laughed coldly. His voice was both sarcastic and cold.

"What are you laughing at?" Flash asked.

"You think I would be as stupid as you? You think the person taking over your position is your man Finn?" said Ronin, scowling at Flash with a smirk.

Such gaze scared Flash. Perhaps he had thought about Ronin too simply from the beginning.

Ronin was able to follow Catherine for so many years and was nurtured by her from a young age, his ability was absolutely top-notch.

"My boss asked you to take over my position?" Flash looked at Ronin in shock, with a look of disbelief in his eyes. "That's right." Ronin patted Flash's cheek with a smile on his face. “You and I both know that he's only using us as pawns. And if I want to survive, I must make myself valuable. Who do you think is a little more valuable,or you?" Flash thought to himself, "Ronin is the closest person to Catherine, and my boss's goal is Catherine, so naturally, Ronin is more valuable than I am." Flash asked, "Ronin, wouldn't your conscience prick if you betrayed Catherine like this?" "Hahaha..." Ronin arrogantly laughed out loud. "Conscience? You actually mention conscience to me. You are really funny. Conscience is something important? Besides, so what if my conscience prick? Don't forget, it was Catherine who abandonedfirst. With her ability, rescuingis an easy task. But she only cares about her experiment. She has no intention of rescuingat all. And she even got Zobber and Withal hurt a few times. I don't want a boss like that." Flash saw a strong hatred in Ronin's eyes. It looked like Ronin really hated Catherine.

Under such dark imprisonment, Ronin had changed.

He had expected Catherine to save him, but Catherine was so focused on her experiments that she didn't care about his life at all.

Ronin had changed. He hated Catherine, hated her for not caring about him.

Looking at such Ronin, Flash was silent. Originally, this was the result he wanted, but he never expected that when Ronin really becwhat he expected, he was the first one to be retaliated against.

Flash had nothing to say, with despair in its eyes.

Ronin slowly stood up and looked at him with cold eyes. "Don't worry I'm going to keep you alive. In the future, I'll give you back ten times what you did tobefore." After Ronin finished speaking, he left Flash imprisoned there.

Flash leaned against the wall, enduring the excruciating pain all over, struggling to survive.

Catherine finished organizing the data and cout from the lab.

Marshall was waiting at the door. When he saw her appear, he immediately greeted her, "Catherine, is everything ready?" "Professor Hartley, are you nervous?" Catherine looked at him with a calm expression:

"Who... Who's nervous? How could I be nervous? I've experienced many things. How could I be nervous?" Marshal tried his best to defend himself and keep himself calm. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his students, especially not in front of Catherine. Catherine was really too calm. Marshall felt as if nothing could make her frown.

"If you're not nervous, why did your hands get so red from rubbing?" Catherine set her gaze on Marshall's hands.

Marshall looked down. His wrists were more than red, they were bruised from rubbing.

He hastily hid his hands behind his back and smiled awkwardly. "I'm not nervous and you don't need to be nervous either, okay?"

Catherine didn't want to expose him.

She pulled out a small porcelain bottle from her pocket and handed it to him: Take one when you get back at night and one tomorrow morning." "What's this?" Marshall asked.

Catherine had already walked forward. Upon hearing Marshall's question, she replied without looking back, "Calming pills." Marshall's face instantly darkened and he shook his head as he whispered, "What?"