The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife
Chapter 401 Interrogation

There were three more final days left until Susan Shelby's virus flared up. Julian Shaw still had not managed to receive the result that he wanted from Mr. Clark in the past few days.

On the other side, the most expert pathologists in the entire nation had gathered to carry out the content analysis of the Errol Virus. The complexity of the Errol Virus had astonished everyone. It was no wonder that Mr. Clark was capable of exercising control over so many people by relying on this virus.

The study of the Errol Virus could be considered progressive, yet the complicated process of analyzing the content and producing an antidote could not be accomplished within a few short days.

On the other hand, given her condition, Susie could not wait much longer.

In a dark room, Julian was holding in his hand a syringe with red liquid swirling around inside it.

"What are you doing?" A panicked look flashed past Mr. Clark's murky eyes for a moment.

"I thought you'd always thought that the Errol Virus was the mightiest invention in your lifetime? Don't you think it would be an honor to die from an Errol Virus infection?" The corners of Julian's lips cracked into a faint smile.

An ominous foreboding welled in Mr. Clark's heart." Julian, don't do it! I'm an important criminal, so you're not allowed to take action against me without permission."

"Feel free to wait on your own and see if anyone will come to save you." A wild look flashed past Julian's eyes.

He walked over and injected the Errol Virus inside the syringe slowly into Mr. Clark's body.

Every part of Mr. Clark's body was bound fully to a chair. He struggled in an attempt to evade the syringe, yet his effort was futile.

Julian injected a dose of the virus into his body steadily.

Then, he looked at Mr. Clark.

"Tell me, where is the full version of the antidote? Give it up now and I promise to administer a dose for you to eradicate the virus. If you refuse to hand it over, I'm going to inject the second dose now. You are the inventor, so you should know how much pain this virus causes. If you don't wish to endure this agony, it would be best if you behaved appropriately."

Injecting one tube would result in a flare-up three months later.

Injecting two tubes would result in a flare-up on the spot.

Julian's voice was so deep and gloomy that fear

flashed past Mr. Clark's eyes.

However, he clenched his teeth. "I'm going to die anyhow. Perhaps, it would be best if I died from an Errol Virus infection! Besides, it's fine if I die anyway. I'm going to take Susan down with me! I'm already old, yet she is still so young. I'm not at a disadvantage here."

Mr. Clark decided that he would take Susan to the grave with him.

A stern look flashed past Julian's eyes involuntarily.

Damn it!

He did not have the time to slowly torment Mr. Clark. If Mr. Clark were to remain impertinent, he would have no choice but to make a risky move.

"Then you shall have a taste of the agony caused by this virus." Julian took out the second syringe expressionlessly and injected the second Errol Virus dose into Mr. Clark's body right away.

Mr. Clark sounded tough when he spoke, yet his entire body shook in fear when the second syringe was injected into his body.

He had witnessed the tragic deaths of way too many people caused by the virus with his own eyes while he had been developing it.

The pain was simply unbearable for any man.

After injecting the second Errol Virus dose, Julian looked at him. "Tell me the method to produce the antidote and you may still stand a chance to live." "Heh heh heh." Mr. Clark scoffed coldly. "I'm going to die sooner or later anyway. I will certainly take Susan t o hell with me."

"You..." Julian grasped Mr. Clark's throat in rage.

However, a moment later, Mr. Clark's expression suddenly changed drastically and his body shook involuntarily.

Julian loosened his grasp and then narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

The Errol Virus had caused a flare-up!

According to the information provided by Joseph Shaw, the pain caused by the virus advanced gradually in due order.

In the beginning, the pain was not especially intense, but as time passed, the pain would grow stronger and stronger. Basically, most people could bear the pain on the first day.

On the second day, one would reach one's limit. Half of the people who endured the flare-up would rather commit suicide than bear this pain anymore.

On the third day, one would reach their final limit.

The pain on this very day would be the most terrifying of all. Even if a person did go through it without committing suicide, the pain that radiated straight into one's soul would torment the person's mind incessantly and kill the person painfully or drive them to madness.

After one endured it for three full days, the Errol Virus would lose its effect and would not affect the person anymore from then on, even if it was injected again.

Mr. Clark was currently just suffering from the initial flare-up.

Even though he was in pain, he was still in the mood to laugh at Julian. "Julian, have your fill of watching m e in pain. It won't be long before your woman will be in just as much pain. It's fine if I die, but don't you think that you'll be getting anything from me. Don't even think about getting the full version or the simplified version of the antidote. I won't hand over a single thing to you."

"I hope that your stubbornness will last until the end." Julian's gaze was icy.

This was already his last resort.

If Mr. Clark failed to endure the pain, he would naturally hand over the antidote.

However, this was also an immense risk. If Mr. Clark stayed alive, there would still be hope that he would hand over the antidote. However, if Mr. Clark was to die, any hope of getting the antidote would be lost. This was why Julian had to take the risk. If he did not, there would be no time left for Susie anymore.

On the first day, although Mr. Clark's entire body kept shivering in pain, he could still mock Julian occasionally and he was in the mood to eat and drink halfway through the process.

24 hours later, the pain was elevated to a brand new level.

Mr. Clark's face was pale as paper, and his entire body was drenched in sweat.

He struggled to get up from the chair with all his might and terrifying noises could be heard coming from the gaps between his teeth occasionally.

"Antidote!" Julian glared at him.

Mr. Clark did not make any comments, but fresh blood was seeping out of his mouth.

Julian was startled. Was Mr. Clark trying to end his life by biting off his tongue?

He took a piece of cloth swiftly and stuffed it into Mr. Clark's mouth.

Mr. Clark howled in rage at once.

Meanwhile, death felt like a relief to him now.

Julian looked at him. "You still have time to change your mind! Nod once and I'll give you a chance to speak."

Mr. Clark had decided that he wanted to take Susan down with him. Even though his entire face contorted in pain, there was still a mocking look in his eyes.

He was going to end up dead regardless!

Without the antidote, many people would die with him.

He was not at a disadvantage given the situation!

Mr. Clark still refused to yield despite being in so much pain.

Julian could not help becoming more and more agitated.

Susie's virus would flare up tomorrow. He was running out of time. He really was running out of time.