As the officer approached to handcuff Dylan, Dennis stepped in front, clearly ready to intervene if they dared to touch him.
Noticing this, Dylan nodded slightly. He pushed past Dennis and coldly said to Sidney, "Sidney, you're going to be disappointed. You can't take me. And let me tell you, your days at Beauty Advertising Media are numbered. Right, Sean?"
Sidney was confused. Mr. Gosse had warned him that Dylan was just a scapegoat; once the tax issue blew up, it would end badly for him. And Dylan, being at the bottom rung, shouldn't even grasp this high-stakes game. But now, something felt off. What did Sean have to do with any of this?
He turned to Sean, only to find him pale and trembling, muttering, "What's going on? Why is this happening? I'm just an ordinary employee; this isn't
