At the Ren Group Headquarters
Meanwhile, in a skyscraper overlooking the dark city, Jason Cross stood in his office like a storm barely contained.
The air-conditioning hummed softly, but the room itself felt suffocating.
Nate stood in front of him, trembling.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, slipping into his eyes, but he didn't dare move.
Jason's expression was carved from granite.
"Nate," he said quietly.
Nate's voice shook.
"Y—yes, Mr. Cross?"
"Where is Lily?"
"Madam is… at the beauty salon." Nate swallowed painfully. "She said to inform you she will not be coming home tonight."
Silence.
Terrifying, suffocating silence.
Jason's jaw tightened, a vein pulsing violently at his temple.
"Well done," he said through clenched teeth.
Nate's legs weakened. The praise sounded like a death sentence.
"Mr. Cross," he tried weakly, "Madam didn't mean to—there must be some… explanation?"
Even Nate knew it was a terrible excuse.
The video was everywhere.
