In the narrow interrogation room, Han Jiaxue, trembling from fear, kept her beautiful eyes tightly shut, too afraid to look at the other two people in the room.
Claude, with his blond hair and broad face, used what he thought was his most gentle expression and tone, "Miss Han, tell us what you know. You must know more. If you tell us what we want to know, we will let you go immediately. We'll even provide a flight back to China if you wish."
Still terrified, Han Jiaxue kept her eyes tightly closed. Her hands were handcuffed to the table, the white skin of her wrists marked with red from the restraints. Clenching her teeth and unable to stop trembling, she insisted, "I know nothing."