Maximilian nodded, handing over a document outlining Rayven's profile.
Clyde snatched it from him, his hand trembling with barely suppressed fury as he crumpled the paper in his fist.
"Where did this recording come from?!" Clyde's voice was a sharp, demanding growl.
Maximilian hesitated, his gaze shifting toward Vincent as if silently passing the burden of this revelation.
Clyde's eyes followed, locking onto Vincent, and disbelief turned to a storm of emotions.
Vincent, despite the tension crackling in the air, stepped forward with a quiet determination that belied the chaos within. "This recording… is the result of my betrayal, Sir. I got close to Madam Clark because I needed to track her every move."
The confession hung in the air, each word sinking like lead.
