The silence in the room became suffocating. No one moved. No one dared to. Arnold leaned back slowly in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest as he studied the faces before him. Carden’s chest rose heavily with anger. Eric remained still, his jaw tight. Fred stood beside Mr. Jackson with both hands raised, but his eyes never left Vera. And Anna— Anna could barely breathe. Tears burned in her eyes as the tape pressed painfully against her lips. Arnold smiled faintly. “This…” he muttered, glancing around the room, “is exactly how revenge should feel.” Carden glared at him. “You’re insane.” A guard instantly struck him across the face with a gun. Blood spilled from the corner of Carden’s lips. Anna let out a muffled cry. “Careful,” Arnold warned calmly. “You’re in no position to challenge me.” Carden spat blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Arnold chuckled softly. “That attitude…” He stood up slowly. “Just like your father.” The room froze. C
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