"Who are you?"

Brian sat down, his demeanor icy.

"I am Brian Hughes, CEO of Hughes Group from Wragos, Rosalynn's husband. Now tell me, what did Beal propose to entice you into this scheme?"

Darrion, taken aback, looked away, flustered.

"I... I have no idea what you are talking about."

CEO of Hughes Group in Wragos?

Rosalynn's husband?

The target of his intended harm bore the name Rosalynn.

Why hadn't Beal disclosed Rosalynn's influential standing?

Brian's gaze was icy as he addressed Darrion, “If you wish to keep a secret, refrain from acting on it. Given I've learned about Beal, I'm certainly capable of bringing the truth to light. Here's your chance to come clean. I suggest you take it."

His tone was a powerful deterrent, causing a shiver to run through Darrion.

Darrion, head bowed, struggled to swallow his fear, not daring to meet Brian's piercing stare.

"I'm at a loss here. It-it was just the alcohol talking, nearly causing an accident," he stammered.

A glint of malice flickered in Brian's eyes as he retorted, "Really?

Rejecting a friendly offer only to face harsher consequences. Be aware, the person you nearly harmed is my wife. Regardless of her being unscathed, I won't stand by idly.”

Silent, Darrion's fist tightened in its cuff.

Brian pressed on, “Word is you're battling late-stage stomach cancer.

Time isn't on your side, is it? Yet, your wife and daughter, their futures are still at stake. Should you pass, I wouldn't hesitate to make their lives miserable. Imagine your daughter, barred from employment post-graduation, and your wife, abruptly jobless."

His threat hung heavily in the air.

In a burst of fear, Darrion looked up, protesting, "You can't do that!"