The tension in the room was suffocating. Caesar Nolan stood abandoned by his own men, his empire of false loyalty crumbling around him. I remained seated, watching the drama unfold with detached curiosity.
"The Ashworths?" Scarface paused, his scarred eye narrowing as he studied me more carefully. "You're connected to the Ashworth family of Veridia City?"
Caesar nodded desperately. "Yes! Liam Knight is their... their associate! You know what that means, Victor. Even you wouldn't dare cross them."
I nearly laughed at Caesar's transparent attempt to use my name as a shield. The man who had barely acknowledged my existence hours ago was now fabricating connections to save his skin.
Scarface's demeanor shifted subtly. The name "Ashworth" clearly carried weight, even with someone of his power. He took a step back, reassessing the situation.
"Is that so?" Scarface directed his question at me, his voice measured. "You're with the Ashworths?"