Chapter 69: Getting An Investigator

CLINT’s POV

I struggled to digest the words Keira had spilt to my face. I gazed at her for seconds and minutes as I desperately tried to grasp this new information that had been poured out to me. It felt like I had been slapped right in the face, and there was no way for me to recover.

"What the hell did you just say? You want to get a private investigator?"

Keira picked up her glass filled with wine and took a sip out of it while maintaining fierce eye contact with me.

"It is just as I said. Why are you getting so worked up about it?" She asked in a very nonchalant manner.

I gazed at her in disbelief. How could she say it with so much apathy? Did she understand what it meant to get a private investigator? It meant that whatever it was, it was definitely serious.

I circled my fingers at the top of the wine glass and let out a sigh through my nostrils. A lot of things were not adding up. It felt like I was left in the dark, unable to understand or know what was going on in her life.

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