"Dan, you can leave as well," Natalie instructed.
Dan hesitated, clearly reluctant to leave Natalie alone with this unfamiliar man. However, seeing that she had already dismissed her bodyguards, he knew he had no grounds to stay. With a slight nod, he stepped out of the room.
Once Dan left, Natalie walked forward and took a seat in the chair opposite Vincent. Her gaze was cold, her voice steady as she asked, "Why are you here?"
Vincent raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as his light gray eyes fixed on her. "Is that really the right question to ask me?" he countered. "You were the one who asked me to look for someone and told me that if I couldn't, I might as well go to hell. Since I'm not keen on going to hell—parting ways with my sweetheart would be unbearable—I decided to do as you asked."
With a loud thud, he tossed a file onto the table between them. "Here's what you wanted—information about a man named Aiden Hendrix."
