Chapter 1396

Matthew slowly raised the knife, holding it against Emmett's neck. The icy steel brushed his skin, slicing a little. Fresh blood trickled out. Emmett froze, not daring to move a muscle. His arms stiffened as if bound to planks. "Bro, don't do anything rash. I'll... I'll look somewhere else. Maybe his info is stored in a different file." A different file? Matthew narrowed his eyes, realizing it wasn't as simple as it seemed. "Open that file. Now!" Bella had told him earlier that Fourches Labor Agency wasn't exactly clean, that they seemed to make way too much money. But he hadn't thought much beyond the usual shady wage scams. Clearly, there was more to it. Emmett's face was ashen, his forehead beaded with cold sweat. He clutched the mouse, hand shaking so hard the pointer wobbled across the screen. "Sure. I'll open another file. I'll do it right now." Matthew narrowed his eyes, watching Emmett hesitate and fidget instead of taking the next step. He let out a cold snort. "Do you