I held my breath and looked at him. His eyes remained fixed on the tablet screen, where the agonizing screams continued.

Clark sat dejectedly on the floor, looking at Atlas in shock, finally revealing an address.

Atlas glanced at Dylan, who promptly left the room.

Clark, seemingly resigned, lacked any spirit. He muttered, "I deserve this. I'm sorry, Mr. Atlas. I'm sorry for betraying Rory's trust."

In a moment of desperation, his gaze focused on Atlas. "None of this is under my control. It w