Natasha's POV

He grabbed my wrist and said in a low voice, "Natasha, talk to me."

I'm in a mess now. I don't want to talk to him, so I'm going to open the door and get in the car.

But Winson held my wrist tightly.

I looked back at him unhappily and said, "let go of me. What can we talk about?

How did your mother hurt me for you?

Winson went straight to the point and said, "since you don't want to talk about this, I have something important to talk with you. Haven't you been investigating Emily recently?

I have found something. You should be interested in...