Vincent's face turned ashen.
On the screen, chat logs between Vincent and Bryson began to appear.
Soon, Vincent's voice came from the large screen.
"You'll definitely be interested in this woman!"
"Relax, her parents are dead. Who's going to care about her? Just leak a few photos every now and then to ruin her reputation."
With a loud thud, Vincent collapsed onto the floor, knocking over the chair next to him.
Yohan pressed the pause button and turned to Vincent.
"Bryson's a twisted man. He likes recording everything—not just when he's tormenting women, but also his calls and all kinds of conversations. So it wasn't hard to find these recordings."
Vincent sat on the floor, cold sweat dripping down his face.
At this moment, his career, reputation, and everything he had built lay in
