The tension in the apartment was almost suffocating as Nathan slammed the door shut behind him. Scarlett, seated at the edge of the couch, stood as they entered, her gaze skimming between Nathan's wild expression and Victoria's fearful expression.
"What happened?" Scarlett asked with worry evident all over her face.
Nathan threw the folder onto the table, the documents spilling across the table.
"We got what we needed. But there's more to this than we thought."
Scarlett scanned the documents, her brow furrowing as she picked up a page.
"What is this?" She asked.
Victoria took a little step forward, her voice barely audible, just above a whisper.
"It's everything Grayson has on us—on you, Scarlett. He's been planning this for years."
Scarlett's hand trembled as she read the words, each thing she find hitting her like a blow.
"He... he knew about my mother? About my family and their connection to the Wests?"
