An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Chapter 1220 That One Weakness
Hector’s facial muscles began to twitch uncontrollably, and he was drenched in sweat, but no matter how much pain he endured,
his eyes remained determined.
“D*mn it! It seems that I won’t get anything out of you without using some serious methods,” Brayden said irritably. He tossed
aside the bone-cleaving knife and began selecting from the various bizarre torture devices hanging on the wall.
One by one, these peculiar instruments of torture were placed on the table. Brayden grinned maliciously as he held them up.
“See these treasures? I’ll use all of these on you, one by one. I hope you won’t die too quickly!”
With that, Brayden started another round of torment, using the instruments to inflict suffering upon Hector.
Time passed slowly, and inside the secret chamber, it was a scene of bloodshed. Outside, the moon shone brightly in the night
sky.
Kate stood at the door of the secret chamber, pacing back and forth anxiously. Since Hector had been captured, they had been
interrogating him continuously for nearly three hours, but unfortunately, they had yet to obtain any results. With dawn
approaching, there was only half of the night left, and time was running out.
If they couldn’t obtain the treasure map, all of her efforts would be in vain, and her hopes would be shattered.
“Squeak!”
At that moment, the iron door of the secret chamber slowly creaked open. Brayden, covered in blood, walked out grumbling.
“Brayden, how did it go? Did you get the treasure map?” Kate hurriedly asked.
“Sister-in-law, this Hector is really stubborn. I tortured him for a long time, tried all sorts of methods, but he just won’t speak.
Honestly, I’ve never seen such a madman before!” Brayden said, frustrated and admiring at the same time.
For an ordinary person, their true nature would be exposed in just three minutes, with bodily fluids flowing freely. But Hector had
endured for three hours without uttering a word, displaying incredible perseverance and endurance.
“He won’t talk?” Kate frowned, her expression turning grim. “How is he now? Is he dead?”

“He’s unconscious now, but he’s still alive. If we continue torturing him, he might not survive much longer,” Brayden shook his
head.
“I’ll go in and take a look.”
Without saying much, Kate entered the secret chamber.
Inside the chamber, Hector was bound to a pillar, his head hanging low, barely conscious. His body was covered in countless
wounds, and his skin was torn and bruised, making it impossible to discern his appearance.
The gruesome and terrifying wounds continued to ooze blood, creating a horrifying scene that was difficult to stomach.
Even though Kate had mentally prepared herself, seeing the scene before her still made her feel nauseous. She instinctively
covered her mouth and nose.
“Sister-in-law, this place is too filthy and unsuitable for you. You should leave first,” Brayden gently advised.
Most women had never witnessed such a bloody scene. Not screaming and running away already showed great courage.
“I’m fine.”
Kate took a deep breath, quickly adapting to the gruesome sight. Her eyes turned cold. “Brayden, the treasure map is crucial to
me. Do you have any other methods? As long as you can help me, I will be deeply grateful.”
The last few words were emphasized with a heavy tone and a hint of ambiguity.
As Brayden looked at Kate’s voluptuous and seductive figure, he swallowed hard and pretended to remain composed. “Sister-in-
law, this guy’s body can’t take much more, and using physical torture alone probably won’t yield any results. We need to find
another way.”
“What do you mean?” Kate raised an eyebrow.
“Everyone has their weaknesses, their vulnerabilities, even the toughest individuals. If we can identify his weakness, it should be
easier to succeed,” Brayden suggested.
“Weakness?” Kate narrowed her eyes and quickly realized. “In that case, his weakness should be only one.”

“What is it?” Brayden asked curiously.
“His daughter, Natasha!” Kate’s face turned cold.