The tension in the room thickened as Jack's heart pounded against his ribcage. The scar-faced man was clearly on edge, his body language stiff and tense, but he hadn't made any rash moves yet. Jack's mind whirled, trying to decide his next move. He had to push harder, create more doubt, and force them to act in desperation. If they didn't crack soon, he and DL were dead.
"Take out the evidence," Lady Boss demanded, her voice like steel, "and I'll clear your name and clean up the mess myself."
Jack hesitated for a moment, pretending to consider his options. He glanced briefly at the scar-faced man, watching him closely. His instinct had been right—the man was shaking, his forehead glistening with cold sweat. He was barely holding it together, but Jack needed to push him over the edge.