Chapter 692

Maeve didn't waste a second. "Mr. Carter knows why I'm here. Let's skip the pleasantries—take me to Bryce." "Of course, everything's ready. Right this way, please." The staff led Maeve to the interrogation room. Bryce had been locked up so long that a scruffy beard had taken over his face, making him look worn out. The moment he saw Maeve enter, he nearly lunged for the door, but the guard intercepted him. "Ms. Scott, you can speak with him in here. We'll stand outside and keep watch. Just call if you need anything." "No need," Maeve replied coldly. "I'm here to take someone with me." "That's not really something we can authorize." The staff hesitated, but Maeve shot them a steely glare. "Bryce is an artist with Mirage Group. Our lawyers have been negotiating with you for a while. "We'll cover any damages for the person who was hit. And honestly, after all these days of interrogation, haven't you found out anything?" "I didn't hit anyone!" Bryce interjected. Maeve's gaze hard