Revilo's hatred grew with each passing year, fueling his desire to take Samuel down, to ruin him once and for all. He wanted Samuel to feel what he had felt—ignored, belittled, overlooked. And finally, he had found a way.
With the information he'd uncovered about James, he saw his chance to bring Samuel to his knees, to make him feel the same helplessness and humiliation Revilo had endured for so long.
But now, here he was, sitting stiffly in the small, gray-walled interrogation room, his eyes narrowing as he glanced around. He had been brought here hours ago, dragged from his office in front of everyone. Now, he could feel his heartbeat drumming in his chest, frustration rising as he waited.
The door opened with a creak, and two detectives stepped in, both carrying files and taking seats opposite him. They wore stern, unflinching expressions, as if they'd already decided his fate.
