"How can this prove nothing? He outright confessed to creating that video. If he could just—"
Valerie's words died in her throat as the realization hit her like a lightning bolt. The lightbulb finally went off in her head—she understood Ryan's implication.
"Cat got your tongue?"
Ryan had been curious how far her naivety stretched, but the sudden clarity in her eyes told him she'd connected the dots.
With a defeated sigh, Valerie collapsed into the chair like a deflated balloon. "I get it now. Even if we drag Francis here, he'll never talk. The moment he spills the truth, he's done for. But if he keeps lying? Nobody dares lay a finger on him."
"About time you used that brain of yours." Ryan idly rotated his signet ring with his thumb, his voice laced with quiet calculation. "Three days
