Chapter 437

Samuel's patience finally snapped. With a sardonic smile, he asked coldly, "If it's not you, then who? Me?" His voice dripped with derision. "Aurora, this isn't the first time. My tolerance has its limits." Aurora's face drained of color, leaving only pale panic in its wake. "Mr. Hasting, it wasn't me! I swear, I don't know why there's a recording pen here. Please, believe me! It's not me!" Samuel pressed the button on the recording pen, and voices filled the room—his and Aurora's. The recording had been running from the moment he stepped into the room. His gaze, devoid of warmth, pinned her in place. His lips curled into a mocking smile. "Ms. Kaiser, it seems I've been far too lenient." "No… it's not what you think…" Aurora stammered. Samuel called for Brody, who entered the room promptly. "Mr. Hasting." Samuel tossed him the recording pen. Brody caught it, his brows furrowing as understanding dawned. Samuel adjusted his cuffs with casual yet deliberate movements. "You know what