Kyle smiled at the accusation, the expression calm and measured despite the trap closing around him. He knew he had to remain cool, that losing composure now would be admitting guilt. The evidence was damning—surveillance footage, financial ties, Nakamura's name hanging in the air like a noose. But panic was a luxury he couldn't afford, not in this room, not surrounded by predators who could smell fear like blood in water.
He sighed, letting the breath out slowly, buying himself precious seconds to think. His eyes drifted across the table, landing on Isabeau. She wore a smirk, subtle but unmistakable, her gaze locked directly onto his with a knowing gleam. It said everything: "I knew this would happen. This was always the plan."
