Lucas's voice sliced through the tension like a blade. "Who sent you here? How do we know you're not lying?" His words dripped with suspicion, his fingers vice-like on the man's shoulder.
Unbeknownst to the trembling guest and anyone else, Lucas had covertly recorded their entire interaction.
The footage was set to be sent directly to Vincent, ensuring an unbiased account of events.
"I-I don't know! They're threatening my family if I don't bring you to them! Please! I don't know what to do!" The man's frantic plea echoed through the air.
"Sir, allow me to verify this," Lucas urged, his gaze intense and unyielding, his grasp unrelenting as if determined to extract the truth from the shivering figure standing before them.
Yves' elegant facade cracked under the weight of the situation, tension pulling his features taut as he grappled with a difficult choice.
