Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 408
Moments ago, Rupert had warned that Tyrone might track them down, but he hadn’t anticipated being discovered this quickly.
As they remained silent, Tyrone refrained from probing further.
Instead, he asked, “Are Gossip About Love, News Disclosure, and Entertainment Industry’s Secrets your accounts?”
Their response was a collective, heavy silence.
The tall man felt his heart pound in his chest as he dropped his gaze.
Despite his previous bravado, he knew Tyrone’s revenge would be swift and none amongst them were brave enough to step
forward.
Recognizing their reluctance, a young man applied pressure to an injured employee’s leg, eliciting a sharp cry. With his eyes
filled with terror and sweat dripping down his face, the man looked around fearfully.
The young man surveyed the group, then commanded, “Answer the question.”
Barely able to catch his breath, the man under his foot admitted, “Yes. those are our accounts, but I’m not responsible for them.
They have nothing to do with me!”
Tyrone threw a cursory glance at him, then directed his gaze to the taller man. “Who is responsible? Who commanded you to
leak the information?”
The tall man, swallowing hard, retreated a step without uttering a word.
The other two employees trembled in fear.
Cracking under the strain, one shoved the tall man forward, nervously confessing, “Barnes manages the accounts, and Rupert
gave the orders.
I’m not involved at all!”
Barnes, the tall man, found his vision blurring as the betrayal hit him. “Liam, don’t pin this on me! You’re the one who used
hundreds of phones to stir up trouble.”

Liam retorted instantly, “What has that got to do with me? Without Simms’ connections to other companies, how could I have
caused such a commotion so quickly? Jax reached out to the rumormongers. How could I have done this alone?”
Jax, now panicked, responded, “This was all your idea. Don’t put this on me, I was ready to negotiate and retract the news, but
you insisted we release it.”
Simms, pinned under the young man’s feet, protested, “I didn’t contact anyone. They shared it because it was trending! Stop
falsely accusing me!”
An argument erupted among them, each desperate to absolve themselves of blame.
Tyrone cast a glance at Barnes and the others, signaling the young man.
The young man proceeded to lock the door, confining them in the room, before shouting, “Shut up!”
Silence descended.
“Who is Rupert?” Tyrone queried, settling down on a couch.
Rupert, who had been previously beaten, trembled but tried to play dumb.