The hall fell silent again, drawn in by some invisible force, as though the air itself thickened in anticipation.
Director Hannel's mic light flared on with a sharp click. MJ caught the slight tremor in the man's fingers as he activated the mic. But his expression was still the same.
"Are you sure he was the one responsible for the leak?" Director Hannel's voice cut through the room, sharp and accusatory. "And not you?"
A few heads jerked up.
MJ couldn't tell whether this man was smart or stupid. The question was so blatant that it was almost comedic.
Even if Neville never said a word, MJ had already pieced together that Director Hannel was somehow one of the names projected on the holographic screens—probably flagged for potential involvement.
But what surprised MJ wasn't the question. It was Neville's reaction.
Neville tilted his head slightly—as though he found the accusation… interesting. He did not look offended or threatened, but only curious.
