Right Person, Wrong Time

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"Mr. Quill, what you shared is merely a fraction of it. After all, I've been in cahoots with him for quite some time. Do you really think he'd be privy to so little?"

Ryan feigned nonchalance, his voice brimming with confidence as if he held a wealth of information at his disposal.

"Interesting. But bear in mind, if the information you provide doesn't measure up to your claims, you'll find yourself back behind bars."

Isaac regarded Ryan with a look of feigned surprise, his voice steady and unflinching.

Did Ryan genuinely believe he could dupe him with such a transparent ruse?

At this, Ryan fell silent, his lips pressed into a thin line as he found himself at a momentary loss for words.

He didn't possess as much information as he had led Isaac to believe. If Isaac was calling his bluff, he would need to rethink his strategy.

"I'm not interested in whatever information you claim to have. I'm here because Colton suggested I give you a chance."

Isaac casually examined his palm, adjusted his attire, and spoke in a measured tone.

It was clear that Ryan was oblivious to the precariousness of his situation. Isaac felt it necessary to remind him of his current predicament.

Ryan froze, his mind racing. Isaac's words had shattered his defenses, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

He sank into the couch behind him, his gaze fixed on the man before him, his face obscured in shadow. The object concealed in his arms seemed to pulsate with anticipation.

Eventually, Ryan's eyes took on a bloodshot hue, and he reached into his jacket as if to retrieve something.

Although Isaac couldn't discern Ryan's actions from his vantage point, he had a rough idea of what was transpiring.

He narrowed his eyes, surreptitiously typing a message on his phone before swiftly pocketing it, maintaining an air of nonchalance.

"Mr. Quill, if that's the case, I have nothing more to add. Here's the information you seek."

Ryan rose to his feet and retrieved a file from the table beside him.

"Truth be told, I harbor a deep resentment for Kendrick as well. He abandoned me when I needed him most. I trust you'll help me exact my revenge. After all, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and I should assist my friends."

As Ryan approached him, Isaac could feel his body tensing up. Still, he feigned ignorance as he kept his gaze fixed on Ryan.

The gap between them closed, and Ryan's breathing grew erratic. This was uncharted territory for him.

If he was destined for a life behind bars, he was determined to take someone down with him!

"Really? That file you're clutching is worthless."

Isaac's eyebrows arched slightly. He could now see Ryan's face clearly. He held the file upright, and it appeared he had something concealed behind it.

Such a pathetic ploy.

Isaac's disdain was palpable.