"But what if the people behind this are doing it on purpose?" Felix leaned back slightly, his voice calm, yet laced with a quiet intensity. "Maybe they're not just trying to cause harm. Maybe they just want to get under your skin, to provoke you."
Rose, unshaken, met his gaze with unwavering confidence. "You don't have to worry. We already know who's responsible." Her voice carried a weight of certainty, yet there was an undeniable layer of frustration beneath it. "The problem is, we don't have solid evidence to prove it. But," she continued, folding her arms, "we have someone who understands their methods. Someone who's willing to negotiate with them on our behalf."
At those words, a sharp flicker of irritation flared in Felix's chest, a slow-burning ember threatening to ignite. They were overlooking something, something obvious. "You must be referring to Collins." The name slipped from Felix's lips without hesitation.
