Ian turned toward him. "That bastard Zachary somehow got hold of Claire's private video with her boyfriend. He used it to blackmail her into stealing the company's confidential data."
"That son of a bitch," Nathaniel muttered, clenching his fists. "How low can he possibly stoop?"
"It's his usual tactic," Ian replied grimly. "He preys on people's weaknesses. But that's not what worries me now. Zachary might have realized we've caught Claire. I fear he'll try to destroy her reputation."
Nathaniel grew solemn. He couldn't let that happen. "Then we'll protect her. I won't let Zachary get away with this. If he tries to leak that video, erase it immediately."
"I'll do my best," Ian said, frowning. "But the internet is too wide to control completely."
"Then what do you expect me to do?" Nathaniel snapped, his irritation only rising.
"I have a solution," Ian said in a cautious tone, "but you might not like it."
"What solution?" Nathaniel asked impatiently.
