Scarlett.
The laptop screen glowed between us like a dying star.
Louis's fingers flew across the keyboard, clicking through folder after folder. I watched his face carefully, looking for any sign of hope. Any hint that we'd found something—anything—we could use against Adrian.
But with each click, his expression grew darker.
"This doesn't make sense," he muttered.
"What doesn't?"
He pulled up a document. Financial records from Adrian's company. The text was gibberish—random letters and numbers that meant nothing.
"It's encrypted. All of it." He tried another file. Same result. Another. Another. "Every single file on this laptop is locked behind military-grade encryption."
My stomach dropped. "But you said these were the files that could destroy Adrian's partners. The evidence he wa
