Scarlett POV
"Mr. Grey, how do you know Jason?" I asked, trying to push the thought out of my mind.
"How do you know him?" he responded instead. His question sharp and straight forward.
I frowned. Does he have a problem with just answering a simple question?
"We were friends since college," I replied, keeping my voice steady.
"Is that so?" His tone was flat, almost indifferent.
Gosh, this guy is something else—so mysterious. What the heck is he thinking now?
I hesitated, then pressed on. "Mr. Grey, is there something you want me to know?"
He turned slightly, his cold eyes narrowing as he met my gaze.
"If you put it like that, no," he said.
My jaw dropped at the casual dismissal. I cleared my throat, trying to gain control of the situation.
"Is there something connected to Jason about my father's murder I need to know?" I asked.
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he walked over to the couch, spreading his legs comfortably, settling into the plush cushions.
