Rubbing Salt into the Wound

Greta's pupils instinctively contracted when she heard Princess Jade Hayes speak. As a trained spy, Greta had been taught never to betray her master—no matter the circumstances.

Princess Jade Hayes's gaze was sharp; she caught the resistance flickering in Greta's eyes and smiled lightly. "Greta, looks like today you'll get to taste what salt-roasted meat feels like."

With that, Princess Jade Hayes reached into a jar, grabbed a handful of salt, and tossed it in the air. The grains rained down, landing right on Greta's burned skin.

Her skin was already charred and raw—far more sensitive than a regular wound. Now, with salt sprinkled onto her injuries, Greta gritted her porcelain teeth and let out a hoarse, piercing scream.

Burns all over the body are already excruciating—most people couldn't bear it. This kind of pain made death seem like a relief!

Yet, on top of that, salt was rubbed into the wounds!

Greta curled into a ball, every inch of her body wracked with agony. The pain was like thousands of ants burrowing into her flesh, driving her to the brink!

Greta, who always prided herself on her endurance, lost control—rolling and howling in a frenzy.

Princess Jade Hayes watched Greta coolly, salt still in hand. She spoke softly, "Greta, how do you like the taste of salt-roasted meat? Exquisite, isn't it?"

Greta gasped for breath, her mouth wide open. This round of torture was worse than any punishment—her willpower was starting to crumble.

Princess Jade Hayes smiled gently. "Greta, you're already burnt to a crisp, yet you still defend your mistress? Is it really worth it? If you confess now, I'll consider it redemption for your crimes. You can choose—a swift end, or medical treatment to prolong your suffering. I’ll grant whichever you prefer. But if you continue to be stubborn... tsk tsk... You know, I trained as a chef. Besides salt-and-pepper roast, I can also offer you chili roast, cumin roast, oil-splashed roast..."

Princess Jade Hayes recited the names of the dishes slowly. Normally, these mouthwatering delicacies would make anyone’s stomach rumble, but to Greta, they sounded like the most terrifying summons from hell!

Having just tasted the salt-and-pepper roast, Greta knew all too well what this meant!

Sprinkling salt on her wounds had already made her wish for death; if it were replaced with fiery chili, cumin, or even scalding oil...

Oh heavens, Greta suddenly felt she’d rather fall into hell than into the hands of Princess Jade Hayes!

Princess Jade Hayes saw the terror in Greta’s eyes, knowing she’d finally been broken by pain. She asked, "Greta, are you ready to confess now?"

Greta opened her mouth weakly and rasped, "I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything... I only beg you for a swift end..."

Princess Jade Hayes pressed her lips together. Greta clearly knew that with burns this severe, she wouldn’t survive; every extra second was pure agony.

So Princess Jade Hayes nodded and said, "Sean Hayes, I’ll leave the rest to you. Get every last bit of information from her—and then, give her a quick end."

"Yes, Chancellor Evans!" Sean Hayes cupped his hands respectfully, watching as Princess Jade Hayes departed.

Meanwhile, the Female Supervisor was so frightened, her whole body went limp. She followed Princess Jade Hayes out of the office, her steps unsteady and dazed.

The Female Supervisor gazed at Princess Jade Hayes’s back—the legendary Chancellor Evans, a figure straight out of the stories.

She’d always heard Chancellor Evans was a genius, beloved by the people. But seeing how she dealt with Greta today... the Female Supervisor couldn’t help but shiver!

This was a living, breathing person—just like that, caught in a trap and burned so horribly.

The Female Supervisor couldn’t help but wonder: As a woman, isn’t Chancellor Evans just a bit too ruthless?