Henry couldn’t figure it out. How did Arthur always have something like this ready? And how did he even manage to get the key evidence on tape? But Arthur didn’t care what they were thinking. He slowly pressed the play button on the voice recorder. In an instant, the recorded audio began to play. As the audio played, Henry and the others went pale. The evidence was solid. They had nothing left to say. The crowd burst into another round of shocked murmurs. “They actually tried to extort money!” "Henry swore up and down they’d never break the law—we actually almost bought it." “They didn’t just break the law—they tried to play us! Unbelievable!” “Oh my god, we go to the same school. This is so embarrassing. They’re students at Governance University!” “They’re the ones giving us all a bad name.” “What made them think Arthur had to lend them money just because he’s the student council president?” "Lend money? Come on. That was just them ganging up to pressure him for cash." A cop yanked Henry’s arms tighter behind his back. “Let’s go. We’ve got the proof. Try talking your way out of this.” Henry struggled, trying to speak, but he was no match for the officer. The more he resisted, the tighter they restrained him. They all stood there, stunned and defeated. But it was too late for regrets. Just as the cops were about to haul them out, Henry spotted someone in the crowd—Finley. Without thinking, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mr. Finley! Please—help me! You have to help me!"Following Henry’s gaze, the crowd quickly noticed Finley hiding in the crowd under a low-brimmed baseball cap. Even with the cap pulled low, Henry recognized him instantly. After all, he’d been by Finley’s side for years. The moment Finley heard his name, his hands clenched into fists. He raised his head in fury and glared at Henry. You’ve got some nerve dragging me into this. But Henry wasn’t thinking straight anymore. All he could focus on was one thing—he couldn’t afford to be arrested. He had a bright future ahead of him! He had worked so hard to get into Governance University, and Finley had been generous enough to sponsor him. Once he graduated, he’d land a solid job. And if he kept working with Finley, things would only get better. He’d make decent money. He’d be able to take care of his parents. He could finally do whatever he wanted. But if he got taken in now—no matter how things played out—his future would be ruined. Henry was an only child. His entire family was counting on him—their pride and joy. Finley was powerful. He had money and connections—if anyone could fix this, it was him. He had to come through. Henry had been with Finley for years. He truly believed Finley cared about him. He wouldn’t just stand by and do nothing, right? Henry had no idea—Finley was only there because he wanted to watch the mess unfold. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have given a damn. Whether Henry walked free or rotted in a cell—Finley couldn’t have cared less. To Finley, Henry’s downfall had nothing to do with him. Losing Henry didn’t mean a thing. Finley could replace him anytime—if he wanted, he could have a dozen more just like him. In this world, money made things easy. And if he gave the word, Finley knew there’d be no shortage of people lining up to be his next loyal lapdog.And most of them would probably be more useful than Henry ever was. The second Henry was cuffed, Finley was done with him. He just didn’t expect that this worthless coward would have the nerve to drag him down too. Was he out of his mind? Trying to get himself killed? The second Henry locked eyes with Finley, he froze. There was ice in Finley’s stare—rage, disgust, and just beneath the surface... something terrifying. Henry remembered the warehouse. He’d blacked out after seeing Dean and Kent lying there, dead. When he came to, Solivair had spoken to him. That was the day Finley changed. From that moment on, something dark took root in Finley. That’s when he realized—when you had real power, you could do whatever you wanted. And the Tremo family could get away with it. They could take someone out and never face the consequences—just silence. After that, something in Finley snapped. The way he saw things changed—colder, more ruthless, untouchable. He didn’t hesitate anymore. He just acted. A chill ran down Henry’s spine. When he looked again, Finley had already lowered his head. Henry shook his head, trying to clear the thought. No way, he told himself. I must’ve imagined it.