Jax slowly dropped his broad frame onto the leather sofa, tossing the television remote aside with a casual motion that seemed to trivialize the tension filling the room.
Instead of exploding in a fit of rage like Leo, a faint, cold smirk slowly played at the corner of the lawyer's lips. His eyes gleamed, casting a calculated, triumphant spark. He crossed his legs, leaning back deeply into the plush cushions of the sofa.
"He truly wants to play chess under the public spotlight, it seems," Jax muttered, his tone incredibly calm yet piercingly sharp. He tapped the armrest of the sofa in a steady rhythm.
"Nathan has just dug his own grave with absolute precision. It will be effortless for me to dismantle every single lie that just spilled from his mouth on national television. How can he claim with such confidence that Luke is on the run with Valerie, when that bastard is currently languishing helplessly inside a locked room in my house?"
