Miss President wants to talk to you

He said, "Let's put them through the wringer for a couple of days, toughen them up. You can decide on the specifics yourself."

"understand!"

Edgar bowed with his legs together, then left the office.

The room gradually quieted down.

Eleanor didn't say anything. He turned the tape recorder back on and listened to the recording again.

I still can't believe it.

Andrew, why are you here?!

Eleanor couldn't understand it.

The intelligence provided by the system made no mention of his involvement in the conspiracy against him.

Why not mention it?

Is it possible that even the system's answers aren't 100% reliable?

Useless thing!

"system."

Eleanor wondered to herself, "Why didn't you mention Andrew Walstead at all when I asked you before who attacked me?"

[Thinking about the problem...]

[Estimated time: 1 minute.]

Eleanor waited quietly.

This minute was especially hard to endure.

Eleanor was terrified that a minute later, the system would reply, "Sorry, I made a mistake before. Now I've prepared a more direct, correct, and straightforward answer for you..."

Then he would completely despair of the system.

Fortunately, after the thinking time ended, the system gave a different answer.

[System self-check complete; previous answers confirmed to be correct.]

The initial proposal for the spell attack against Eleanor Hopkins was made by Anguido Rogers, the final decision was made by Richard Morgan, and the execution was carried out by the Rhine Awakening Cult within St. Joseph's Cathedral.

Although Andrew Woolsthead was aware of the action, he explicitly opposed it and did not participate in any stage of its proposal, approval, or execution.

The seized tape recorder was a threatening prop that Rogers had edited together.

It turned out to be the case.

Eleanor was relieved; the system was working properly and was still functional.

Next, we'll wait for the interrogation in two days.

It's unclear how long Rogers is willing to stand up for his employer.

……

The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Morgan Tower.

"What did you say?"

Richard Morgan listened to the phone call with an expression as if his parents had died.

"Rogers was arrested by the FBI? Why? Lobbying and meeting with members of Congress is a legal activity, so what right does the FBI have to arrest him?"

He desperately wanted an answer.

why?

Has Rogers slipped up? Was his previous spellcasting exposed?!

The voice on the other end of the phone said, "The FBI only said they had uncovered espionage activities, but they wouldn't disclose any details. We wanted to send a lawyer over, but they wouldn't agree."

"So domineering!?"

Richard frowned. "They even dare to stop a lawyer?"

"They said that lawyers must first prove that they have no connection with foreign forces before they can be allowed in."

Richard: "..."

How can this be proven?

The Federation is an immigrant country, it would be strange if it had no connection with foreign forces, okay?

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly speechless at this request.

But he couldn't solve the problem; he could only guarantee:

“Mr. Morgan, please don’t worry. We will continue to negotiate with the FBI and try to see Mr. Rogers.”

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Richard hung up the phone, his expression a mixture of emotions.

Rogers has been arrested.

This was a minor matter, and Richard was not worried about it.

His concern was that Rogers had done countless dirty jobs for Morgan Stanley and knew too many secrets.

If he chooses to leak the information, it will be an unimaginable blow to the Morgan Group.

"No, no..."

Morgan shook his head, banishing these terrifying thoughts from his mind.

"Rogers' loyalty is trustworthy; he certainly wouldn't leak information and harm the interests of the Morgan Group!"

Morgan was very confident about this.

After all, Rogers' family members are all under the control of the corporation.

Even for the sake of his family, he had to remain loyal!

"Rogers, you must keep this a secret!"

Richard muttered, "If all else fails, you can try to commit suicide!"

……

Two days passed quickly.

Over the past 48 hours, Rogers has been subjected to near-inhuman treatment.

He was imprisoned in a small, dark room where there was no light at all. The space was so cramped that he couldn't even lie down; he could only stand.

Furthermore, Rogers was completely unable to sleep.

Whenever he felt sleepy and wanted to sit on the floor or lean against the wall for a nap, the room would immediately be illuminated by an extremely bright light.

Then, the broadcast overhead would play on a loop, accompanied by a sound like fingernails scratching a blackboard.

The shrill sound was ear-piercing and caused immense suffering.

48 hours.

No one can imagine how he endured those 48 hours.

All Eleanor knew was that when he met the legendary Rogers, the man was already on the verge of collapse.

Sunken eyes and chapped lips.

He was in a daze, and his soul was nowhere to be seen.

Strangely enough, Eleanor felt a sense of familiarity with Rogers' appearance.

The reason is not hard to guess.

I was in the same state when I was first subjected to a mental spell.

This is probably what they call "an eye for an eye."

Chapter 59: Interrogation

Rogers was no longer the arrogant person he had been when he first came in.

They no longer mention things like being a witness for the prosecution or requesting a lawyer.

There were times when Rogers genuinely thought he was going to die in that dark room.

Fortunately, he was brought out.

And I met some unexpected people.

"Eleanor Hopkins?!"

Rogers was a beat slow to react; it took him a while to realize who Eleanor was.

Then he instantly came to his senses.

at last!

The real deal has appeared!

"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Rogers."

Eleanor sat across the interrogation table with an apologetic smile on her face.

“I told Edgar to have the FBI treat you well, but they seem to have misunderstood me.”

"Judging from your appearance, you haven't had a good time these past few days, have you?"

"If you have any suggestions, you can bring them up, and I will have them improve upon them later."

Opinion?

Rogers immediately shook his head frantically: "Since you've said it's a misunderstanding, then it must be a misunderstanding. I have no objection!"

"That's good."