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 time

was housed in a different property. Some of these homes were given away as parting gifts, while Aiden kept

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

the women who lived there were mistresses kept by wealthy men. As

Xavier drive away a

the security guard at the gate recognized her

put on airs, unlike many of the other residents who acted high and mighty and treated the guards poorly. For that reason, they all remembered her well—that, and the fact

while. Were

free time today

was Aiden Xavier’s wife, but he also knew that she

as she was about to ring the doorbell,

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

are you looking for?" the maid asked,

by the maid’s demeanor, Hazel offered a

for a moment before answering, "Ms.

when she mentioned Raina Lowell’s name. ’So what if Raina isn’t awake?’ she thought. ’I’ve come all this way. There’s no way

I’m a friend of hers. I’ll just

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,

came here precisely to make Raina

The decor was different from the last time she’d been here; it looked like changes had been made to suit Raina

all in as if for the first