Chapter 91 Where Are The Files

Wilson paced back and forth, his eyes narrowed in fury. Ezra sat on the plush leather chair, his hands covering his face, fingers digging into his temples as if he could rub away the shame. His shoulders were hunched, and his body trembled slightly. Wilson stopped abruptly in front of him; his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his face twitched. He drew a slow, deliberate breath, trying to temper the anger. But when he spoke, his voice was a low growl. “If Levi or Rocco—your grandfather—asks about the file,” he began, “you deny everything. Do you understand?” Ezra nodded, his movements jerky and stiff, his throat too dry to form words. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly, and managed to croak out a response. “Yes, sir. I understand.” Wilson’s gaze remained fixed on his son with a look of disappointment. And then, Wilson flared up as he stepped closer to Ezra like a predator about to strike. “And you have the guts,” Wilson spat, his voice rising, “to b