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But then she shook her head. "I just need to get through this, Christian. Once this blows over, I’ll be fine."
I stepped closer, cupping her face gently. "You don’t have to do this alone."
She swallowed. "I know."
I searched her eyes, looking for something she wasn’t ready to say.
So I let it go. For now.
Instead, I said, "I know who’s behind this. You remember me texting you that I hired a private investigator?”
Scarlett reluctantly nodded.
“Langley got me a name.”
Scarlett froze. "Who?”
I took a deep breath. “Her name’s Victoria Snow.”
Her expression darkened. "That bitch. I know her. She has a negative reputation in the industry. We’ve clashed a few times but…to go to this extent?”
I brushed my thumb along her jaw. "She’s been careful. But I’m not letting her get away with this."
Scarlett clenched her fists. "I should have known. I should have seen this coming."
"None of this is your fault," I said firmly.
Her shoulders sagged slightly, the fight bleeding out of her.
Then she looked up at me. "What now?"
I exhaled slowly. "Now, we wait for Langley to find her."
Scarlett nodded, but I could see the fire in her eyes.
She wasn’t just going to wait.
Neither was I.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "We’ll take her down, Scarlett."
She rested her forehead against my chest, letting out a slow breath.
And I knew, no matter what came next, I’d make sure she’ll pull through this mess.
Scarlett was keeping something from me.
I’d felt it for days.
At first, I’d assumed it was stress.
Between the health inspection, the shipment crisis, and every other stunt Victoria Snow had pulled, Scarlett had barely had time to breathe.
But this was different.
She was different.
More tired than usual. Distracted, even when we were together.