Restart:Untalented Man

Chapter 411  "I'm just a rich man's wife"

"Huh?" Their brain suddenly stops.

Observing their reaction, a subtle smile slowly crept onto Niden's face.

"Why do you guys look surprised? There's nothing you should be worried about. All you have to do is the exact same thing you guys have been doing for years. The workers at the dock will brief you on which crates go to which building."

"B-but the scale is—"

"Don't worry, don't worry," Niden waved his hand dismissively. "We have a similar-sized wagons as yours in our warehouses. We will scale down the quantity of goods to replicate the environment you guys are used to."

The drivers become visibly uneasy and want to say something but Niden has none of it.

He called the guard outside and ordered them to take these drivers to the docks.

As they left the interrogation room, Niden's expression transformed.

A subtle sneer curled on his lips. "Fools," he muttered under his breath. "Do you think you can lie to me?"

....

Thirty minutes later,

Niden take a break and remained in the interrogation room before moving on with another person.

After giving instruction the staff, he patiently waited for the next prisoner to show up.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Just bring her in!"

The staff outside comply and open the door, revealing the lustrous black-haired woman standing at the entrance.

The woman in question appeared tired and dishevelled. Dark circles marred the skin under her eyes. Her black hair, once meticulously styled, now cascaded in unruly waves, framing her fatigued face.

Her overall appearance had given way to a weariness that she had faced since her arrival at the prison.

"Take a seat, Madam Ferron," Sir Niden instructed.

She complied and silently lowered herself into the chair.

"How was your night in a new place?" asked Niden.

She looked at Sir Niden with eyes full of hatred, acutely aware that his question was aimed at mocking her predicament.

"Feel like sh*t! The cell definitely not suitable for human habitation."

Niden chuckled in response. "I'm glad to hear that! Anyway, you're here for..."

He took a moment to recheck the file on the table and slowly muttered, "Conspiring against the king. Wow! I'm impressed! Did you guys get your confidence because of the wealth your family has been raking all this time?"

"..."

Seeing no response from Madam Ferron, Niden took out a piece of paper from the file on the table. Holding it up, he asked her, "Do you know what this is?"

Madam Ferron glanced at the paper, recognizing the Ferron Company logo at the top and a series of numbers and words beneath it.

The document bore a resemblance to a receipt, but she refrained from offering any confirmation or denial.

"This is the proof of transactions between your company and other merchants."

She scoffed, "And what so weird about it?"

"Tch! I guess you can't see it."

Undeterred, he took a bunch more papers and began arranging them on the table.

The papers formed a complex network, a relationship map delineating the connections between Ferron Company and various other entities.

Each piece of paper represented a transaction, a link in the intricate web that the authorities had meticulously uncovered.

As soon as he finished constructing the relationship map, he looked at the frowning face of Albert's wife. "Can you see it now?" he asked.

On the opposite side, Madan Ferron can see it as she was not an idiot.

It was a clear and tangible evidence of Ferron Company receiving funds from outside sources. The relationship map painted a picture of financial connections that went beyond the ordinary scope of business transactions.

At the same time, she also impressed that the authorities managed to get their hand on every piece of these documents.

They successfully found needles in the haystack.

Nevertheless, Madam Ferron had no intention admitting anything.

She leaned back in her chair, cross her arm and said, "Yes, I can see it. But what does it had anything to do with me? I'm not the one who runs the company. I'm just a rich man's wife. I don't get involve in company's affair."

This time, it was Sir Niden's turn to frown.

'I guess she won't admit so easily.'

He felt a bit bump out, thinking he might be too hasty to held an interrogation. He should let her suffer in the cell for few more days, letting the isolation and darkness weaken her mind.

Sigh-

As it appear that Madam Ferron want to dissociate herself from her husband and his business's dealings, Niden thought of someone else.

"You're right. It was a mistake to call you. I should call your son instead. Since he's the heir, I'm sure he know more that you do."

According to the report, Albert's son seems to be hot-headed young man. The prospect of interrogating the heir might be easier in making him admit Ferron's involvement.

Madam Ferron felt shaken on the inside.

The idea of interrogating her son was distressing.

She doubt her son would be smart enough to subtly shifted the blame on his father.

As she racked her brain on how to deal with this predicament, the door abruptly swung open.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Sir Niden."

"Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?" Niden responded as he look at the staff.

"I-I apologize, sir. I'm here to tell you the result of the test."

"Oh?! That was fast! What about it? Don't tell me they passed the test," From the start, he never believe those two idiots could passed.

"They didn't. Those two imbelices lies."

"Hahaha! I knew it!" Niden laugh before asking, "Where are they now?"

"In their cells. We're waiting for your instructions."

Niden look at the staff, then at Madam Ferron and back at the staff.

His gaze moved repeatedly between them before a subtle smile formed on his face. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Prepare for their execution."

Madam Ferron widened her eyes and so does the staff, "S-Sir?! Shouldn't we wait until we get all of them confess to their crime?"

"Nah! It's gonna take a while. Let's disposed what we can first."