When the Contract Marriage Ended, He Stayed

Chapter 82: Private Investigator

Hazel Hawthorne went to great lengths to find a private investigator who seemed reliable enough for the time being. After meeting him, she didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point about what she needed investigated.

"Ms. Hawthorne, based on the information you’ve provided, finding this person in Freyburg will certainly take some time. But I have to ask, do you have any more specific details? Right now, I can only go by your description, which makes things rather difficult."

"If you can’t do it, just say so. I won’t force you." Hazel Hawthorne wore sunglasses, deliberately hiding her face.

"No matter how great the difficulty, I can handle it. Ms. Hawthorne, you have to trust me. In all of Kenport, if there’s something I can’t do, no one else can either. Don’t you worry. I’ve written down everything you said, and I’ll head to Freyburg right now. I’ll notify you the moment I have any news."

"Alright. I’ll pay you half the fee now. Once you find the person, I’ll transfer the rest. If you do a good job, I imagine we’ll have opportunities to work together again in the future."

"HA HA HA, I love doing business with straightforward people like you, Ms. Hawthorne. Rest assured, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied."

Her business concluded, Hazel Hawthorne left first.

The perfectly good weekend was turning out to be rather boring. After finishing all her chores, she felt even more aimless. Lately, Harrison Hawthorne had been calling her a lot, asking her to come home for a meal. She was supposed to go last time, but she had plans with Sharon Winters, so she never made it to the Hawthorne residence.

Hazel Hawthorne knew perfectly well why Harrison Hawthorne was looking for her. The only thing that could prompt him to display a sliver of fatherly concern was money.

As Hazel Hawthorne wandered aimlessly down the street, an idea suddenly struck her. ’Since I’m bored, I might as well find something to do. My last day in Freyburg was miserable, so now that I’m back, it’s time to make someone else even more miserable than I was.’

No sooner said than done.

Hawthorne knew where Raina Lowell lived. In fact, she knew every single one of Aiden Xavier’s residences in Kenport like the back of her hand. It wasn’t that she had the ability to investigate Aiden’s movements; this was all information she had gathered from her

every woman Aiden Xavier had been with was housed in a different property. Some of these homes were given away as parting

Hawthorne mulled it over. ’Aiden probably wouldn’t put Raina in the same place he used before.’ That left The Atrium Villa as the most likely location

complexes. According to rumors, most of the women who lived there were mistresses kept by wealthy men. As a result, security was extremely tight, and the

gone to The Atrium Villa to help Aiden Xavier drive away a woman who refused to leave him alone, so

at the gate recognized her at a glance and hurried over to greet

high and mighty and treated the

while. Were you

had some free time

also knew that she preferred to be called Ms. Hawthorne over

as she was about to ring the doorbell,

hire by Aiden Xavier and didn’t recognize Hazel, who in turn had never seen the maid before. ’Raina Lowell sure is lucky,’ Hazel thought. ’Aiden even hired a personal maid to

maid asked,

by the maid’s demeanor, Hazel offered a smile. "I’m here to

hearing Raina Lowell’s name, an uneasy look flashed across the maid’s face. She hesitated for a moment before answering, "Ms.

Lowell’s name. ’So what if Raina isn’t awake?’ she thought. ’I’ve come all this

hers. I’ll just go wake her

quickly dropped the trash bag to block Hazel’s path. "Ms. Lowell hates being disturbed while she’s sleeping," she whispered. "Miss, I advise you not to go in, or

Hazel thought. ’I came here precisely to make Raina

Hazel pushed right past her and stormed into the living room. The decor was different

all in as