"Sir, please understand us," one of the guards replied, his tone cold and detached. "Just hand over Rosaline Arnaud. We don't want to harm you, or Miss Giselle and Mr. Julian."
"No! Over my dead body!" Jules roared, his voice echoing through the room.
The recording showed Jules launching into a fierce battle with Gideon's guards, who had suddenly turned traitor.
The image of his brave defiance was burned into their minds. But before the brutal clash could fully unfold, Gideon paused the footage, his hand trembling.
He heaved a deep sigh, pinching the space between his brows, unable to watch the moment his trusted guards turned against his now-deceased wife. The pain etched on his face spoke volumes.
Tension wrapped around Ryder and Clyde like a vise as the recording halted.
Ryder stammered, "H-how… how could your guards…?" His voice trailed off, lost in the enormity of the betrayal.
