The recording ended with a sharp, digital click, leaving a silence so heavy it felt as if the walls of the Interrogation Room were closing in. The words—vulpine, arrogant, and dripping with a murderous intent—hung in the air like a poisonous fog.
Ambrose Ward turned his head slowly, his gaze landing on Director Gaines. His expression wasn’t one of anger or even surprise; it was a look of pure, unadulterated mockery. He watched Gaines with the clinical curiosity of a scientist observing a cornered rat. The "Young Master" didn't need to say a word; his eyes, cold and shimmering with a predatory light, said everything.
"Slander! This is a fabrication!" Director Gaines suddenly erupted, his voice cracking into a high-pitched, desperate shriek. The previous mask of the "dignified official" ha
