Chapter 91

One week had passed since I last heard from John, my private investigator. He was supposed to report back to me three days ago with information on Greyson’s whereabouts and dealings, but for some inexplicable reason, he had fallen off the radar.

What was even more perplexing was the deafening silence from my two other private eyes tasked with keeping tabs on Kimberly. A knot of worry twisted in the pit of my stomach. I knew I had sworn her off after signing over her company, but I couldn’t simply let her existence slip through the cracks. She was the daughter of my late best friend, and I still felt an overwhelming obligation to ensure her safety and well-being.

“Sir, should we proceed with disposing of the body?” Tony’s gruff voice broke through my troubled musings.

“Yes, go ahead,” I said with a shrug.

With a curt nod, he turned on his heel and strode away. I followed a few paces behind, steeling myself for the grim task that lay ahead. Inside the dimly lit room, a man sat bound an