Tyrion's breath hitched as the words left Lucifer's mouth.
Alex's calm, confident voice still rang in his ears:
"He was the one driving."
Tyrion stared in disbelief. 'Did he… did my boss just throw me under the bus like that? In front of everyone?!' His lips parted, his chest tightened, and for a moment, he actually considered denying it. But then—
Alex turned.
That single sharp glare—like a blade pressing against his throat—cut through any thought of resistance. Tyrion froze. He could almost hear Alex's unspoken words: 'Deny it… and you know exactly what will happen to you.'
With a defeated expression that screamed why do I work here, Tyrion dragged his feet forward. He lowered his head like a man awaiting execution and muttered, "Yes… it was me."
Alex smirked beneath the mask, satisfied.
But before Alex could savor Tyrion's noble sacrifice, one of the cops stepped forward, his tone righteous and unwavering.
