Ayel emerged from the kitchen, her presence commanding immediate attention. "Everyone in this room is well-behaved," she declared, her tone icy but steady. "And if anyone dares to mess around, they know the consequences."
I glanced around the room, watching as fear flickered across their faces. They averted their gazes, none willing to meet Ayel's piercing stare. I could not help but chuckle at the scene—so much tension, so little bravery.
"Is there anything you need before I start the interrogation?" I asked Ayel, and she moved swiftly to Jeremy, dragging him toward the back room. I could not help but laugh manically as I followed, catching the sharp intake of breath from John and Bernard. The tension was palpable, and it only fuelled my amusement.
