*Selena*
I met his gaze, my own eyes steady with resolve.
"I genuinely don't know who's the mastermind," I replied as my eyebrows wrinkled with stress.
"Don't try to deceive me, Selena. If you don't provide me with the truth, I won't hesitate to take more drastic measures. I won't be gentle anymore. So don't try my patience," he threatened, his tone carrying a dangerous edge. "I'm asking you very politely now. Who else is involved?"
"I'm being honest, Zander. And I'm not so self-centered that I'd endanger my entire community out of spite... even if I... I do hate you," I confessed, my breath escaping in a frustrated exhale.
"Really?!” His response was a skeptical snort. “So, what's your purpose in stealing this information?" He challenged, his voice harsh and confrontational, causing
