CHAPTER FIFTY- NINE

Scarlett's POV

As the sharp knock on the door reverberated through the room, I exchanged a worried glance with Freda. The late hour and the urgency in the knock sent a shiver down my spine. With cautious determination, Freda rose from her seat, her expression a mix of concern and readiness. I watched as she approached the door, her hand hovering above the handle before finally turning it.

As the door swung open, my eyes widened in shock. Standing before us was Freda's personal bodyguard, James, his usually impeccable appearance marred by blood stains. He leaned against the doorframe, gasping for breath, his voice strained as he tried to speak.

"James! What happened?" Freda's voice trembled with a mixture of fear and urgency. She stepped forward, gripping his arm to steady him. "Slow down and catch your breath. What did you see?"

James took a few more moments to regain control of his breathing, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a blood-soaked sleeve. When he finally spoke, his vo