Chapter Ninety Seven
He didn't make a sound.
Not a flinch. Not a groan. Nothing.
Only the faint tremor in his clenched fists betrayed him.
The silence that followed was thick, suffocating. The men around them shifted, uneasy, but she barely noticed.
Her eyes locked onto his, searching, and waiting for the crack... for the moment he would break, the moment he would confess.
But there was nothing.
Nothing but quiet pain and something else. Something deeper.
Something like betrayal.
And yet, she still couldn't see it. Her mind was too clouded with the hunger for the truth to realize…
She was torturing the one man who would have died for her.
Everyone saw how disappointed he looked so why was she not seeing it?
"Boss…"
She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on the man who had spoken. His face was tight with unease, and his fingers twitched at his sides as if controlling himself. "He is one of us."
