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Chapter 1308 Unmasking Blood Rose’s Secrets

Upon hearing this, Blood Rose quickly responded, "Fine, fine! I shouldn't have killed Mason

and Phantom as well as caused trouble for Jewel and Olivia. I deserve to die for my

crimes."

Kyle raised an eyebrow. He was surprised that Blood Rose would confess so readily as he

had expected her to resist fiercely just like moments ago.

In a stern tone, he warned, "Now, tell me why you wanted to trouble Olivia and Jewel. You

better speak truthfully."

Blood Rose didn't hesitate to spill it all out. "Jewel stole my man, and Olivia was close to

her. I wanted to kill them both to end their happiness. I killed Phantom to frame Jewel,

while Mason was killed because he was Olivia's son's bone marrow donor. Taking his life

meant cutting off Olivia's son's chance to survive. I did all the terrible things, so please let

me go."

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Kyle asked, "Who is your man?"

"Joseph Lee," Blood Rose replied.

He asked again, "Didn't you conspire with Phantom to burn Jewel alive seven years ago?"

"Yes, I came to kill Jewel as Phantom later said she wasn't dead," she admitted.

Kyle pressed on his earpiece before he whispered, "Mr. Nolan, is this enough?"

Eugene replied, "Ask whose child she was holding in the airport."

Kyle inquired further, "The child you were holding today, whose is it?"

"I don't know. I stole the child on my way to the airport," she confessed.

"And where's the child's mother?" he asked.

"I genuinely don't know. The child was in a stroller, and I didn't see any adults nearby,"

Blood Rose replied.

After Kyle was satisfied with his questioning, he kept his promise and untied Blood Rose's

left hand.

She began to scratch and claw at herself as soon as she was freed. The only thing she had

left was her undergarments, and her fingernails dug into her smooth skin, which seemed

oblivious to the pain.

Her body was covered in fresh marks from the whipping earlier and scratching at them

caused her to bleed profusely, which made her skin look terrifying. Any sense of grace and

pride she once had was thrown out of the window.

She desperately attempted to reach more places and contorted herself into unimaginable

positions.

As a result, areas that hadn't been affected by the Tickle Powder now felt unbearably itchy.

Blood Rose's subordinates watched in horror as she went from a proud and arrogant figure

to a defiant and ruthless killer, and finally to a shameless, desperate wanton who seemed

to have no shame left. Their impressions of her were shattered to smithereens.

Even Eugene found it hard to bear the sight. He looked away from the surveillance feed,

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reminding George, "Olivia's research on this stuff is quite impressive!"

George snorted. "Now, you know what she's capable of, huh? Don't think she's immune to

bloodshed."

In a rare moment of seriousness, Eugene said, "Seeing and wanting to see are not the

same. No one desires to witness the darker aspects of human nature. Olivia is kind-

hearted, and she certainly doesn't relish such things. Even if she has a cold and ruthless

side to her, it's merely a response to others provoking her."

George, for once, didn't argue with him. It was true; he only knew she wasn't afraid, but

he had never considered if she wanted any of this. The more he interacted with Eugene,

the more defeated he felt. He never thought Eugene had understood her so thoroughly.

"When should we take her to the police department?" George asked.

Eugene glanced at the monitor again and replied calmly, "Tonight. We'll promptly provide

the court with her statement and a lawyer. It's also a way to give Mason's parents some

closure."

George wanted to ask if Eugene had any connections at the court. Still, he realized it was

Eugene he was talking to—the person with a company with its fingers in all sorts of pies.

How could he not have any connections?

A sense of frustration washed over George for no apparent reason.