As Vincent's narrative unfolded, Clyde's thoughts drifted back to their heated conversation after their match, a moment where he had teetered on the edge, nearly forgetting Medea's cryptic words about the few living individuals who held memories of the truth in this altered reality.
"Are you kidding me?" Clyde growled, his voice laced with a mix of anger and incredulity as he furiously pointed at a specific name on the list. "My wife is the second-largest shareholder in this company! The initials R.S.A. in this paper? They are an acronym of his legal name!"
The memory of that exchange surged within him, vividly replaying in his mind. Anger surged through his veins, his composure slipping when he crumpled the paper in his hand. The weight of frustration and disbelief mingled with the fierce determination that burned within him, reflecting in the fiery depths of his blue eyes.