Emilia's lips parted as if to argue, but then she closed her mouth, realizing that Martin was right. Still, the tension in the air was thickening, and she fidgeted nervously in her seat.
The voices outside grew louder, more demanding. "This is ridiculous! You can't just lock her away like this. What are you trying to hide?"
Martin moved closer to the door, his hand resting on the handle as he prepared to intervene if necessary.
Leon and Riley were stationed right outside, and he trusted that they could handle the situation. But he also knew that a confrontation with these entitled elites could turn ugly fast if they weren't careful.
"You stay here," Martin said to Emilia. "No matter what you hear, don't open that door."
Emilia nodded, her heart racing as she clutched the arms of the chair.
Martin stepped away, his mind already calculating how to deal with the increasingly volatile situation outside.
