"I have all the chat and audio records," Rupert said, glancing up at Tyrone.

Everyone in the room was on edge.

Tyrone took the phone and reviewed the records.

He Looked up at the young man and said, "Look into this Leon."

"Understood." The young man nodded.

Observing Tyrone's ever-deepening scowl, Rupert felt a chill of fear.

Had he known what he was in for, he would have never accepted the mission.

Cornered, they stood helpless against any harm that might come their way.

It was evident that these individuals were gangsters, unafraid of getting caught. Besides, Tyrone was present, and even if the police were called, they might not be able to take any action against them.

On the contrary, if he retaliated, he would be forever entangled with them, and his life would be far from peaceful.

Tyrone glanced at him.

Rupert's body shuddered as he pled, "Mr. Blakely, I regret my actions!

Please, set me free! I don't desire the money anymore. I'll erase the news right this instant. I'm ready to apologize to both you and Sabrina. Just promise not to make my life miserable, and I'LL comply with anything you ask!"

"So, you've worked with Leon before, haven't you?"

The color drained from Rupert's face, his legs shaky as he admitted, "Yes..."

Tyrone remained silent, his gaze steady on him.

Rupert confessed, "In August, Leon approached me with a few pictures."

He darted a glance at Tyrone before continuing, "Photos of you and Galilea at the Blakely Group headquarters."

"Anything else?"

"Nothing more, only these two instances."