Salt and Pepper Roasted Meat

The female workers had always despised spies, fearing for their jobs. Upon hearing that the spy had been dealt with and that there was silver to be had, they immediately chimed in: "Rest assured, Chancellor Evans! Our lips are sealed! We all rely on the Textile Works for our livelihoods—no one would ruin their own rice bowl!"

Chancellor Evans nodded and instructed her staff to distribute the silver to everyone at once. Then she had the mess on the ground cleaned up, ordered the machine that had burned Greta to be sealed again, and finally headed toward the factory office.

Inside the office, Greta had already been placed on the floor, writhing in pain.

The pain from her burns was unbearable—Greta felt as if she might die from it.

Greta had been certain of victory. While everyone was distracted, she secretly poured water from her canteen onto the button, hoping that pressing it would destroy the machine and earn her great merit.

But who could have guessed that pressing it wouldn’t bring glory—instead, she’d plunged herself straight into hell!

The moment her hand touched the button, she felt a surge of agony, as if she were being beaten by a thousand wooden sticks at once. Then, in an instant, a fireball exploded from her hand, incinerating her entire arm. The fireball quickly engulfed her whole body, burning off her hair and destroying ninety percent of her skin.

Greta didn’t even have time to react—she was instantly transformed into a ball of fire.

She immediately collapsed to the ground, rolling over and over. The fire was only extinguished thanks to the frantic efforts of those nearby, but unfortunately, it was too late—she had been burned beyond recognition.

Only now did Greta realize that Chancellor Evans had known everything all along. That critical button wasn’t the machine’s weak spot at all—it was bait for catching fish!

Too bad Greta thought she was clever enough to sabotage the Textile Works, only to fall right into Chancellor Evans’s trap—ending up like this!

As Greta writhed in indescribable pain, she heard footsteps. She looked up with her one remaining eye and saw Chancellor Evans walking in.

Chancellor Evans sat down calmly, glancing at the curled-up, howling Greta. She then looked at Sean Hayes and the Female Supervisor, saying, "If you pour water on that button and press it by hand, you now know the consequences."

Sean Hayes nodded, and the Female Supervisor, still shaken, nodded vigorously as she stared at Greta.

Chancellor Evans smiled as she looked down at Greta. Only half of Greta’s face still had skin—the rest was completely burned away.

But Chancellor Evans showed not a trace of pity. This spy who dared to sabotage her grand enterprise wasn’t worthy of any sympathy.

Chancellor Evans spoke coolly: "Greta, do you know what you just touched?"

Terror flashed in Greta’s eyes.

Chancellor Evans continued, "You touched high-voltage electricity... That machine is a high-voltage transformer, used to stabilize the current—not to control the machinery. The button you pressed was charged with tens of thousands of volts. One touch, and you end up like this. Of course, just in case you tried pressing it through cloth or some insulator, I made sure you were soaked first. So when you pressed it, you got fried..."

Of course, Greta had no idea what a high-voltage transformer or tens of thousands of volts meant. But she knew one thing for certain: Chancellor Evans had set up something extremely dangerous—just waiting for her to take the bait!

Greta lay there, unable to move, her body twitching uncontrollably.

Chancellor Evans bent down, her voice icy: "Who sent you here? Who are your co-conspirators?"

Greta whimpered, but Chancellor Evans showed no mercy. "If you don’t talk, I’ll make sure you regret it."