Henry had taken control of the situation all by himself. The kidnappers, witnesses, and even the wrongly framed perpetrators. Henry had manipulated everything to his liking.

Harz almost collapsed as his blood pressure rose, barely managing to gather himself together and come to his senses.

‘If I collapse now, I’ll be framed for everything.’

Just the thought of it brought a chill down Harz’s spine. Barely holding on to what remained of his spirit, Harz shakily rose to his feet, with support from Weil.

“...Everyone, please leave us.”

Having finally grasped the situation, Harz requested a private audience with Henry. However, Henry still had a stern look on his face, his cynical attitude on full display as he crossed his arms.

Harz bowed his head deeply once more and requested politely, “Please… it won’t take long.”

Henry realized that he had finally gotten what he wanted out of Harz. Whatever the others thought, the fact of the matter was that Harz had been put in his place.

Only then did Henry gesture with a flick of his chin and order everyone to leave. The waiting room cleared out, and only two remained...