Alec’s dark eyes pinched with impatience as he shifted his gaze from Demien back to the trembling manager. The lab suddenly felt colder, the tension crushing.
“Tell me,” Alec growled, his voice measured but lethal. “I’ve been asking a simple question. Who supplied our chips, steel, and scanning devices?”
Nobody dared answer. Melissa watched from behind Demien, bewildered—the laboratory may have just endured a near-fatal glitch, yet her husband was zeroed in on sourcing details.
Demien’s lips curved briefly—curiosity and caution battling for dominance. He leaned forward, placing a steadying hand on the manager’s shoulder. With a nod, the manager swallowed and finally blurted out: “Justin… Justin & Sone Company.”
Alec’s fingers twitched; his silhouette almost flickered with silent rage.
