Hearing this, Seraphina Redgrave couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Does my plan even matter anymore? Now I'm already here, I can't escape from your grasp. Maybe I'll be dead by tomorrow, so what's the difference if I say it or not?"
"..."
The man remained silent.
She was indeed hard to deal with, her mind worked too fast, there was no way to outsmart her.
"The reason you haven't killed me yet is to extract some secret evidence about the financial oligarchs from me to destroy, isn't it?"
Seraphina Redgrave said steadily.
"So the words you said before being taken were to save your own life?"
The man finally understood that with Seraphina Redgrave, beating around the bush was useless. The most direct approach was necessary. He cocked the gun in his hand and then asked, "Do you have the evidence?"
"I'll only talk to Miles Harrington."
Seraphina Redgrave showed no fear.
