I could see the man trembling and gulping. Deep down, I had a hunch that this person had something to do with me. Otherwise, Atlas wouldn’t have brought me to meet him in the middle of the night.

Atlas didn’t answer me but looked at the man and asked, “Clark, do you know who she is?”

The man gulped and kneeled before us. He looked pitiful as he pleaded, “Please spare me, sir. I deserve all the punishments you give me.”

“I’m asking you a question. Do you know who this is?” Atlas asked sternly.