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3rd Person POV
He took a step closer, ignoring how Adrien continued to struggle against Carlby's hold, the younger man's face flushed with anger and exertion. Keith's tone turned almost pleading, laced with the sharp edge of justification.
"Get over it, Adrien. Move on, the evidence is gone...smashed under my heel like the worthless recording it was. A dying criminal's ramblings against a respected businessman? No one will believe you.... Especially not when they see how violently you attacked your own father. I've escaped the law for years because I know how this world works. Judges, lawyers, favors owed in high places, I'll sweep this under the carpet just like I've dealt with every inconvenience before. You think a tantrum and a broken phone can take me down? You're just a kid playing at justice."
Adrien's struggles ramped up, twisting in Carlby's grip as he yelled,
