“If you talk, I’ll tell everyone you’re mentally unstable.”

“You signed without reading. That’s not my problem.”

Mrs. Patricia went pale.

Ryan lunged toward the tablet, but the security officer stopped him. “Those recordings are edited,” he said.

For the first time, Noah spoke. “No. They’re backed up in the cloud—complete with timestamps, location data, and metadata.”

Ryan glared at him with hatred. “You have no idea who you’re messing with.”