C161 The Bomb Was Still There

Jefferson shoved the sofa aside forcefully, revealing a bundle of bombs lying silently on the floor. A blinking red light adorned one of the bombs, sending Jefferson into a cold sweat as he stared at Blaine, his face drained of color.

Blaine remained stoic, his eyes coldly fixed on the camera hidden beneath the table. A subtle sneer played at the corner of his mouth, betraying his calm demeanor