Chapter 462 Extracting the Truth
"Of course! But I wonder if these two are up for it," Kelly's challenging gaze was sharp.
The man downed half a glass of whiskey with ease. It was indeed a fine drink; he hadn't had anything this good in a long time. "Of course, we came here to have fun, so let's play however we want."
His eyes scanned Kelly and Brooklyn's outfits and accessories. They seemed understated, but each piece was a designer item, especially Brooklyn, every single item she wore was custom-made and priceless.
If he could make connections with them, it would definitely be beneficial in the future.
"So, how do you want to play?" The man was eager. He had always been obsessed with high-society socialites, but his background and lack of wealth just didn't measure up, so a lot of people didn't give him the time of day.
Today was a rare opportunity!
Brooklyn pulled out a set of dice from a drawer and placed them on the table. "Simple. We roll the dice and compare the numbers."
"Great! Loser drinks a glass." The man laughed.
Brooklyn smiled. "Deal."
Kelly whispered, "honey, do you even know how to play this? Don't let them trap you."
Brooklyn tapped her on the head. "You think I'd fall into their trap? Relax."
Kelly blinked in surprise. 'My goddess, what have you been through that you even know how to play dice?'
Brooklyn laughed. "If we're playing, let's play to the end. No backing out."
"Of course!" He was a man, and with Valerie by his side, he was confident he could outdrink these two women.
"Let's start."
In the first round, Brooklyn lost and drank a glass.
The man clapped his hands. "Nice!"
Kelly covered her face. "Honey, maybe we should change games."
"What's the rush? This is just the bait."
From then on, Brooklyn won every round without exception.
The intense drinking game quickly drew a crowd. Applause, cheers, and jeers filled the bar, and soon everyone was gathered around.
"Isn't that Mr. Kingsley's wife?"
"Oh my God! She's amazing! She hasn't lost a single round!"
"She's definitely Sebastian's wife, extraordinary!"
Valerie, drunk and mumbling, "You..."
Brooklyn handed her a glass. "Miss Sanchez, it's your turn."
Valerie's face turned red, her eyes unfocused. "I can't drink anymore... I can't..."
Kelly clicked her tongue. "Hey, sir, your woman can't drink anymore. How are you going to handle this?"
The man slumped over the table, unconscious.
Kelly crossed her arms and walked over to Valerie, nudging her with her foot. "Drink up. You lost, so you have to drink. Those are the rules."
"I... I really can't drink anymore."
Brooklyn held the small dice. "Can't drink? But we agreed on the rules. If you don't drink, you're breaking the rules. That's not right, is it?"
People started murmuring and scoffing when they realized who Brooklyn was. Everyone was on the same page.
"Don't sign up if you can't keep up! Trying to bail now? Seriously? Don't play if you can't take it."
"Hey, isn't that Valerie? I saw your movie before. Very sexy. Still in shape?"
"How about this? Instead of drinking, take off some clothes."
"Great idea!"
Kelly swallowed. "Honey, that's not a bad suggestion. I want to see her humiliated in front of the whole country!"
Brooklyn dropped the dice. "Am I that kind of person? Stripping is too low. Let's do something else."
"What do you want to do?" Kelly was confused.
"Can't you see? Valerie knows we don't have evidence against her, but now I want her to confess everything herself!"
Kelly shook her head. "She's drunk. Her words won't hold up in court."
"Before we send her to jail, let's make her the target of everyone's scorn. Losing dignity is worse than losing freedom." Brooklyn sneered, then she lifted Valerie's chin with her finger. "If you don't want to drink, answer my questions. For each answer, you drink one less glass. Deal?"
Valerie nodded, her eyes dazed but feeling the familiar intimidation. "Okay, I'll answer."
Holding her burning stomach, Valerie leaned back on the couch, drained of energy.
"Good! First question, do you recognize me?"
Valerie squinted. "You... are..."
"Stop pretending, Valerie. You recognized me long ago. Look closely, I'm Brooklyn! Think carefully, we have quite a history!"
Pretending?
Brooklyn?
Valerie stood up suddenly. "You're... Brooklyn!"
Valerie tried to run but was pushed back onto the couch by Kelly. "Valerie, where do you think you're going?"
She was triggered! Showing her true colors! "I don't know Brooklyn. I don't!"
"Really?"
"I..." Valerie gritted her teeth and pushed the unconscious man beside her.
Brooklyn continued, "Second question, do you remember having me kidnapped, almost killing me in a fire, kidnapping my friend, threatening me, and committing arson? Miss Sanchez, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Valerie held her head, shaking it desperately.
"Should I bring someone to confront you?"
Confront?
Could it be Megan?
Valerie sobered up a bit, shaking her head and begging. "No... no... it wasn't me! I was just..."
"Oh? So you do remember."
Valerie's face, flushed from alcohol, turned pale with fear, then blue with terror. Her mouth trembled, repeating, "It wasn't me!"
The onlookers realized this was no longer just a drinking game.
Someone pulled out their phone to record. This explosive news would surely go viral.
The curious crowd watched intently, waiting for more shocking revelations.
Brooklyn stood up and walked around the table to face Valerie. Her tall, slender figure leaned against the table, looking down at Valerie's disheveled state. "It wasn't you? Then who? I clearly remember you had me kidnapped, threatened me in an abandoned villa... Oh, and you also kidnapped Megan. Should I call Megan over?"
Valerie's eyes widened in terror. She grabbed Brooklyn's hands, fueled by the alcohol. "No, it wasn't me! I was coerced! I'm innocent! I was threatened to do it, Brooklyn, please spare me!"
Kelly yanked Valerie's wrist. "You had me kidnapped, threatened Brooklyn, and tried to kill us! And you dare come back! You're asking for it!"
"No, I really didn't know. I'm innocent. If you want revenge, go after Megan!"
Oh?
Megan?
Brooklyn let out a cold laugh, her slender fingers gripping Valerie's chin, her eyes sharp. "You mean Megan threatened you?"
Valerie nodded frantically. "Yes... it was her. It had nothing to do with me! She made me kidnap Kelly to lure you in. She wanted to kill you!"
Brooklyn released her chin with a hard shove. "Why should I believe you? Megan and I were both kidnapped!"
Valerie held her head, her mind in turmoil, unable to distinguish reality.
Back then... what really happened?
"Yes! I remember. Megan gave me money to kidnap you... to help me rise to fame. She said she could make me a star, but she lied!" Valerie was crazy.
The crowd was stunned by what they heard.
Megan!
Could it be the same Megan, the current CEO of the Turner Group and former superstar?
She had kidnapped Brooklyn and even tried to kill her!
Brooklyn leaned in. "Where's the evidence?"
Valerie looked up, her eyes darting. "I... I have the transaction records!"
"Good! Hand over the evidence."
Kelly glanced at Brooklyn. Two birds with one stone! Forcing Valerie to turn Megan in! Megan couldn't escape now!
She hadn't expected Megan, who was also kidnapped, to be the mastermind. Chilling!
Such a deep scheming woman!
Valerie was still drunk, "I... I'll find it! Brooklyn, let me go. I was forced. Megan is the mastermind! She wanted to kill you! Megan wanted to marry Sebastian, and you were in her way!"
Brooklyn's face turned cold. She closed her eyes, her fingers icy.
Megan, it really was her. Brooklyn didn't want to believe it, but Megan's ruthlessness was beyond her imagination.
On her knees, Valerie gazed up at Brooklyn with a ghostly intensity, seeking salvation. Her vision was blurred, her mind a storm of voices insisting, "It wasn't me"
Kelly picked up her phone to call the police, but Brooklyn stopped her. "What's the rush? Don't you want to see the show? Let her be arrested after the show."
Kelly was surprised. "This isn't the show? She'll be trending on Twitter tomorrow."
"She's drunk now and won't remember anything. When she sobers up, it'll be more interesting." Brooklyn sneered.
Kelly's eyes widened. "Brooklyn, you're really devious!"
Brooklyn let go of Valerie's hand. "Everyone, please blur my and my friend's faces before uploading the video, or I'll have it taken down in ten minutes."
The crowd nodded, remembering Sebastian's past actions. "Of course! One star is enough for this show!"
Brooklyn called a waiter. "Miss Sanchez and her boyfriend are drunk. Arrange a room for them to rest."
"Yes, Mrs. Kingsley."
Valerie and the man were dragged away by the waiter. The onlookers quickly dispersed.
Brooklyn was hit with a wave of fatigue. She shut her eyes weakly, struck by the thought, "Megan... she's terrifying!" If she hadn't pushed Valerie to spill the truth today, how much longer would she have been kept clueless?
A comforting presence appeared beside her, the scent of tequila filling the air. Brooklyn leaned back into a warm embrace.
He was here!
"What are you doing here?" Brooklyn asked, eyes closed, nestled in his arms.
"How could I miss my wife's amazing performance today?" Sebastian smiled.
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