Chapter 156

Interrogation room. Charles peeled off his rain-soaked suit jacket and tossed it onto a nearby chair without a glance. "Turn off the cameras," he said, voice low and curt. His assistant hesitated. "Mr. Hart, that's against protocol." "I said, off." Charles didn't even turn around, but the ice in his tone left no room for debate. The assistant tapped a few keys quickly, then exited, wisely choosing not to linger. In the center of the room, Jason was cuffed to a reinforced steel chair, his wrists and ankles rubbed raw and bloody from the restraints. He looked up and gave Charles a smirk that made his skin crawl. "Still can't get Stella to forgive you, huh?" Jason rasped, voice rough but gleeful. "That look on your face right now? Honestly, it's the best gift you could give me." Charles calmly undid the cuffs of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves with precise, almost refined movements, exposing his muscular forearms. "You know why I brought you here instead of handing you over to the cop