Clorinde nodded frantically, her hands gripping his wrist in an attempt to lessen his grip on her hair. "Fine, I'll explain, just please let go! Please!"
Ivan pushed her back, sending her to the ground, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily. At this point, Natalie was not only wasting his time but also playing with his temper. "Start talking,"
Clorinde sat up, sobbing and trying to wipe off the fake tears that were streaming down her face while her body trembled with genuine fear. "Yes, yes, I was in the office earlier," she finally admitted.
Ivan crossed his arms. Finally, they were getting somewhere. "Did you disable the cameras?"
She shook her head desperately. "No, I didn't touch anything!"
Ivan gritted his teeth. He closed his eyes, pushing some of his hair back, and inhaled deeply before exhaling. He glared down at Natalie for a short second before stepping toward her.
