Chapter 221
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Bertha did not refuse, she nodded and returned to the car.
After she had gone away, Derek called Liam over, his expression returning to its cold expression.
'You should use all means to force Bruno to reveal everything within two days. The method and process are not important, even if it makes him disabled, it's okay. From the police department, I will explain, I just need the results."
'Yes, boss."
Derek looked toward the small room again, his eyes growing darker and darker. 'When this is over, reward him with a vial of sulfuric acid."
Liam said. 'Is sulfuric acid too convenient for him? What he threw on your body was the biochemical S404 virus."
"What? Are you planning to use S404? There are only ten bottles in total, so expensive, he doesn't deserve it. I will contact the police department to remove him from the position of chief, keep his life, put him in prison, and slowly torture him."
Liam thought and nodded. 'Yes, boss."
'Okay, this place is left to you, I'm going now."
Just as Liam was about to respond, there was only wind left where Derek had been standing, he had already left.
Indeed love turns us into fools.
Bertha sat in the car and was thinking about what Bruno said.
Her eyes caught a glimpse of someone running over. He opened the car door and sat in, his palms gently rubbing under his arms.
Bertha noticed this small movement of his, seeing that he was only wearing a light silk shirt, she remembered the vest he had given her to wear.
'Are you cold?"
Derek shook his head. "Not cold."
"So why are you running so fast?"
'Because I don't want to keep you waiting too long."
Bertha was silent for a while, did he say sweet words to deceive her?
When he got into the car just now, she could feel the cold air on his body, his lips were a bit frozen, they were white, but he still said he wasn't cold.
She took off her coat from her shoulders and threw it to him. 'Take it, I feel hot."
Winter is coming, and the temperature difference between day and night is a bit large.
Bertha asks Archie to turn on the fireplace.
They quickly returned to the beach villa.
She changed her slippers and went upstairs, speaking without turning around. 'You come to my room with me."
Derek didn't delay, he walked up to the third floor with her.
Back in the room, Bertha first turned on the heater, then she sat on the bed, giving orders. 'Please take off your clothes."
'Huh?"
Derek's ears immediately turned red.
What is she… doing?
The atmosphere in the room became tense.
Seeing Derek not moving.
Bertha's eyebrows twitched slightly, and her face darkened. 'Hurry up, I want to see the wound on your back."
Derek was immediately depressed.
She wanted to see his wound, he was thinking too much.
Wait…
She wanted to see his injuries.
Why is she suddenly suspicious of his injuries? What did Bruno say to her?
'My wound is okay, I applied medicine, and it is almost healed."
Bertha coldly glared at him. 'Please take off your clothes."
Derek still didn't move. 'I already have a bandage on, even if I take off my shirt, you won't be able to see it."
'In a moment, I will apply medicine for you."
Her voice was very determined.
Derek didn't say anything, he didn't move, he was thinking of a way for her to let this go.
Bertha seemed to read his thoughts.
'Don't lie to me tonight, you must take off your clothes."
'Bertha, why do you care about my wound, I feel very warm in my heart, but it's late at night, you should rest."
Bertha gritted her teeth. She suppressed her excitement to force him to undress him.
She said patiently. 'Before, you said that as long as it was my order, you would follow it unconditionally. Are you lying?"
Derek was speechless.
He reached out to unbutton his vest, his slender fingertips gently wrapped around each button, slowly undoing it.
Bertha didn't rush him either, she waited quietly.
Derek took off his jacket, gently placing it on her dressing table.
He hesitated for a few seconds before continuing to take off his shirt.
He unfastened the two buttons on his chest and asked in a low voice. 'Do I have to… take off my pants?"
Bertha gritted her teeth. 'I want to see the wound on your back. Why are you taking off your pants?"
'Just now you said that I had to take off all my clothes…" He bowed his head and spoke softly.
But because the room was so quiet, Bertha could hear every word.
'Derek. If you say one more meaningless word, I will grant your wish, even your underwear will not be kept, you must run fifty laps around the villa naked."
She is too evil.
If he ran naked, where would his dignity go?
Bertha saw that he was afraid, she curled her lips and smiled cunningly. 'Or I let Tommy's group tie you up with rope and hang you on a tree branch outside the flower garden one night. Which one do you want to try?"
Of course, he doesn't want to.
Derek pressed his thin lips tightly, his throat moved slightly, and he couldn't say a word, he quietly took off his shirt.
He was about to undo the last button of his shirt.
He was still dissatisfied, just as he opened his mouth to find a reason, but received Bertha's knife-like warning gaze.
He didn't want to go out and run around the villa nor did he want his body hanging from a tree branch. He also didn't want to take off his clothes so she could see the wound on his back.
