Chapter 492-The Inappropriate Closeness

Chapter 492: 492-The Inappropriate Closeness

Verity:

"No, I want to know," I insisted, forcing the word out with what little strength I had left in my body.

Ragnar finally settled into the armchair across the table from me and let out a sarcastic chuckle.

I already knew that not only had my plan failed, but it had failed miserably.

"Why didn’t you come to me and request an investigation instead of showing up out of nowhere seeking revenge?" Ragnar began calmly, holding the cigar loosely between his fingers, his elbow bent and his hand raised slightly in the air.

With his other hand, he continued stroking his beard, his eyes fixed on me like a hawk watching its prey.

"What good would that have done me?" I questioned. "It’s not like anyone ever investigated the case."

For once, I was telling the truth.

He stopped stroking his beard and raised his index finger, signaling for me to wait.

I fell silent as he reached into his pants pocket, pulled out his phone, and switched on the voice recorder.

"Wait, I’m not confessing to anything on record," I warned him.

I noticed the corner of his mouth twitch upward in a faint smirk before he leaned back.

I shook my head, pressing my lips firmly together to make it clear that I wouldn’t utter another word until he stopped recording.

"You do realize there’s already enough evidence against you that I don’t need a recorded confession, don’t you? This is merely for investigative purposes. Even if you were to make a statement in the presence of the warriors, they’d record it. You know that, right?"

He explained everything with such calmness that it was infuriating, taking his time with each word as though he had all the time in the world.

I shook my head again and folded my arms across my chest.

Ragnar continued staring at me, his grip tightening around the cigar before he took another drag and leaned forward.

He finally switched off the voice recorder, although I could tell he was absolutely furious.

That was when something occurred to me.

If he’d wanted to, he could have summoned the warriors and had them interrogate me.

Instead, he’d chosen to sit here alone with me, which might give me another opportunity to manipulate him or perhaps steer this conversation in a more reasonable direction, where I could convince him to reopen the investigation.

Not that it would do me much good.

Even if he agreed, the investigation would only lead to Gigi being punished, provided they found enough concrete evidence against her.

The rest of the brothers would simply return to their comfortable lives, taking care of Gigi as though nothing had happened.

In fact, this time, she’d probably come out looking like an even bigger victim because, after Justin, I’d returned to make her life miserable.

Judging by the look on Ragnar’s face, this might be my only chance to convince him, although I wasn’t even sure what I was trying to convince him of anymore.

"I have tried to contact you and your brothers," I began cautiously.

He merely furrowed his brows, indicating that he was listening, although there was a hint of confusion in his expression now.

"I came here so many times to request an investigation, to file a complaint, to beg for help."

I paused, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees as my fingers curled into the fabric of my dress, clutching it tightly in my fists.

"Not once was I allowed to present my complaint."

My voice cracked slightly as I spoke those words.

Flashback

I stood near the doorway, looking into the room where Gigi and Jaguar were having drinks.

Only a short while earlier, I’d gone to Theodore to beg him to help my brother, who was in the hospital.

Julie had accompanied me, but she’d gone ahead to check whether Ragnar was around while I made my way toward Jaguar’s room.

"I’m still not convinced. There’s just something about his sister that really rubs me the wrong way," I overheard Gigi complaining.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

"Come here."

Jaguar took her hand and pulled her down beside him on the couch before bringing his wineglass to her lips.

Something about their closeness made me deeply uncomfortable.

They certainly didn’t look like two friends enjoying a drink, nor did he behave like a man sitting beside his brother’s girlfriend.

The intimacy between them was impossible to miss.

She had one hand resting on his thigh while his hand lay on hers, and he was making her drink from the same glass he’d been using.

"So what do you want me to do?" he asked, slowly drawing the glass away from her mouth.

"I want you to punish her. I want her to experience the same helplessness and fear that I’ve felt around her and her brother."

Gigi was talking absolute nonsense. She’d never been afraid of either of us.

She gave him a pout, and he brought the glass to his own lips, taking a sip without breaking eye contact with her before nodding.

"Fine. Your wish is my command. What else?"

I gasped, quickly covering my mouth with both hands.

"I want you to strip her naked, just like her brother, and record her humiliation," she continued.

Instead of demanding an explanation or pointing out how inappropriate her request was, Jaguar merely chuckled and nodded.

"Do you seriously think anyone would want to see a fat pig naked?" he remarked.

His words made me falter in my tracks.

"Consider it done."

Without the slightest sense of responsibility or empathy, Jaguar agreed to her demands.

"Thank you. I knew I could rely on you."

Gigi threw her arms around his neck, prompting him to laugh as he gave her back a gentle pat.

She slowly pulled away, and I noticed their eyes meet.

Jaguar swallowed visibly before Gigi leaned in and pressed her lips against his in an affectionate kiss.

As she began to withdraw, he caught the back of her head and pulled her toward him again, deepening the kiss until they were both completely absorbed in each other.