Scarlett’s POV
As I drove home, an inexplicable pain gripped my chest. The emergency meeting had been postponed, and if I had only checked my email earlier, I wouldn’t have wasted time driving back and forth. My hands trembled on the wheel, forcing me to pull over and take a moment to calm down.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” I muttered, taking a deep breath. Suddenly, my phone rang, and Anthony’s name flashed on the screen. My heart skipped a beat. Anthony was Razi’s driver. Why would he be calling me?
“Hello?” I answered.
“It’s Razi, ma’am,” he said, his voice trembling. My heart leapt into my throat. “She was… she was burned.”
“Are you insane, Anthony?” I snapped. “What do you mean she was burned? Why was she even in the kitchen?”
“Not the kitchen—Nathan’s office,” he stammered
