Rowan Monroe didn't even have time to react before she heard the sound of a glass shattering on the floor, sending shards flying everywhere.
Jason Forrester's palm was dripping with blood, but he seemed to feel no pain, not saying a single word.
The assistant standing at the door didn't dare look at the scene, feeling a panicked thumping in his chest.
"I'll ask you one last time. Who is responsible for this? Is anyone going to step forward now?"
Jason Forrester slammed his hand on the table. His explosive temper, which had served him his entire life, seemed utterly useless today.
He had no idea who had given these people before him the audacity to defy him.
"The only evidence I can offer is that recording. Even if you kill me today, I won't have any more evidence. Yelling is useless."
"If you believe what's on the recorder, then it's evidence. If you don't, then it's just me talking nonsense."
