Atlas had personally shown up with his crew. Even with Finley's usual reckless bravado, he could not help but feel a pang of guilt and sheer terror.

Meanwhile, Yvonne went pale as a ghost when she heard Atlas was there.

"Atlas… is here? A-Are you sure?" she stammered, her voice trembling, tears already welling in her eyes.

Finley shoved her clothes at her and barked, "Put them on! If we're caught lingering, neither of us is getting out of this alive!"

Yvonne, shaking uncontrollably, burst into tears as she fumbled with her outfit. She cried, "This is all your fault! You're the one who wouldn't take no for an answer! You drugged me, Finley! You forced me into this—I'm the victim here!"

Finley's face turned beet red as rage consumed him. Seeing her blame him while still not dressing herself drove him to the edge.

He spat, "You lying tramp! Were you forced, or were you the one itching to get involved? Don't pretend you didn't know what you were doing! And now that it's done,