The room was quiet enough that Maxime could hear his own heartbeat pounding inside his skull.
Axel finally stood before him, calm but cold in a way that made Maxime’s stomach cramp as if freezing winds struck it.
His anger was always quiet but deadly. Loud outrage was predictable. But quiet anger? Quiet meant danger. Quiet meant death.
"You are reckless time and time again. You have always acted without thinking," Axel finally speaks.
His voice was steady, almost bored, as if he had said this a thousand times and expected nothing better.
"And you always expect others to clean up after you...?"
Maxime opened his mouth to defend himself, but he only managed to inhale before Ethan cut him off with a sigh that carried the weight of a man who had already suffered too much stupidity today.
"Boss, if he cries one more time, should I at least gag him?" Ethan suggested while rubbing his ear. "For the sake of our sanity?"
Axel hummed thoughtfully. "Maybe later."
Maxime released a pathetic sound that was neither a sob nor a word, more like the whimper of a cornered animal.
"Brother, I didn’t give them anything," Maxime whispered desperately. Tears clung to his eyelashes. "I only saw them. Trust me, I only made a deal with them."
Axel tilted his head, almost amused.
"Deal. Like they would give you a supply of drugs?" His tone sharpened. "Help you feel powerful for once. And offer a hand to ruin my company?"
The words struck Maxime hard. His body flinched as if Axel had slapped him. ’How did Axel know about that?’
"Max, I made it clear that night," Axel said quietly. "But you did not listen."
His voice was lower now, colder. The air seemed to sink in temperature.
Maxime’s breath hitched. His shoulders shook uncontrollably.
"Br-Brother, please. To be honest with you... I regret it. I regret everything. I swear I will not do it again. I will change. I will listen. I swear."
Ethan leaned against the wall with crossed arms, watching the scene with the expression of a man who had seen this too many times to feel sympathy.
Axel shook his head slowly. His patience had been thin for a long time, and today it had almost gone. "Maxime, you talk too much."
Maxime’s mouth snapped shut. The fear in his eyes grew, spreading like ink. He finally understood that his biggest mistake was not the dashcam, nor the deal, nor the drugs. It was crossing Axel Knight.
Axel looked at him with the deep calm of a man who had already made his decision.
When he parted his lips to give the final verdict, Maxime suddenly whispered, "I am so sorry, brother... Seriously, I’m so sorry..."
Axel paused. His eyes narrowed slightly. The tone, the phrasing, the desperation. Something about it was... different. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
He slowly turned his full gaze back to Maxime. He could see the tears, the red eyes. Maxime looked heartbroken, terrified, and pleading.
But was it real?
Was he finally showing honesty, or simply performing to save his own life?
Maxime swallowed and forced the words out. "Bro, I apologize for my mistake. Please allow me to leave, and I promise I will never try to disappoint you again or seek information about Evelyn Walters or your son, Oliver."
Ethan straightened at once, his expression shifting from annoyed to furious. His eyes snapped to Axel.


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