The echoes of Serena's defiance still hung in the air as Scarlett stood frozen, her breath shallow and uneven. The room was cloaked in a tense stillness that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Grayson's men hesitated; their weapons lowered slightly as if unsure of their next move. Serena, the gun trembling in her hand, kept her aim steady on Grayson's chest.
"You think you can end this?" Grayson sneered; his voice as cold as steel.
"Do you have any idea what you're up against?" he asked, his voice soft yet cunning.
Serena's eyes burned with a fiery determination.
"I've seen what you've done. The people you've destroyed. It ends here."
Nathan took a tentative step forward, his voice calm but firm.
"Serena, let us handle this. We can do this together." He pleaded.
Grayson's lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Together? What a charming little fantasy. But you're too late. The wheels are already in motion."