Aliya’s POV
“Do you have her exact location, Mr. Wellington?” I asked the investigator, my voice low and calculating as my mind raced with hundreds of questions.
“Yes, I do, and as a matter of fact, she stays in the next city. That should be like a six-hour drive.” He twitched a brow. “Are you planning on paying her a visit?”
“Looks like I’d have to. I need to know why my dad is emptying his bank account for her,” I explained, and he nodded.
I didn’t have much time, and I wanted to leave now because my curiosity was like the horny side of Nick. I pulled the chair and stood up immediately.
“Thank you for your help, Mr. Wellington. I’ll be leaving now.” I smiled politely, but there was a bustling city inside of me—anger, resentment, doubts, and many other emotions I was yet to give a pr
