At this moment, no one dared to easily question Vivian Sinclair's words.
"Mr. Lynch released fifty-three videos, and clearly visible among them is Henry Yates."
She articulated word by word, laying the truth bare.
It wasn't speculation, nor insinuation, but clear and unmistakable video evidence.
Fifty-three videos, every second of them enough to ruin a person's reputation and life.
And Henry Yates was among them.
As soon as Vivian Sinclair finished speaking, Lana Coleman immediately pressed the remote, changing the big screen.
The previously frozen photo vanished, replaced by a black-and-white surveillance video.
In the footage, Henry Yates wore a black trench coat and a mask, exchanging a USB drive with a woman in an underground parking lot.
The woman looked tense, constantly glancing around.
The timestamp showed: 2:17 AM.
"What the hell, is this real?"
Someone exclaimed in shock, not even noticing the pen slipping from their hand to the floor.
