Natasha's eyes narrowed slightly, and she cut straight to the chase. “All right. When and where?”
“No rush. I'll contact you again once I've decided!” With that, the person hung up.
Natasha stared at the phone in her hand. After pondering for a moment, she began tracking the source of the phone call with her phone.
After a series of operations, she realized that the person who had called her was at the center of Glenport City.
Just as she was tracking the phone call, Natasha suddenly noticed that her phone activity was being tracked by others as well. She froze as realization hit her. She quickly stopped tracking the call and erased all traces of her phone activity.
The phone call was merely a test.
They were testing her.
Natasha thought back to what they had asked her. It appears that they are starting to suspect me...
However, it did not matter to Natasha. As long as she could find out the truth behind her father's death, she did not care about the price she had to pay.
Just as Natasha was lost in thought, Fabian walked over from the other end of the hallway.
“Good morning, Ms. Watson!” Fabian greeted with a huge grin.
Coming back to her senses, Natasha looked at Fabian. “Morning.” At the sight of Fabian holding things with one arm with the other arm in a sling, Natasha frowned. “What happened to your arm?”
Fabian was taken aback. “Haven't you heard, Ms. Watson?”
“About what?”
“Didn't Mr. Hamilton tell you?” Fabian was dumbstruck.
Natasha knitted her brows. It was evident that she had no clue what Fabian was referring to.
Even Fabian himself was getting bewildered. “That shouldn't be. Didn't Mr. Hamilton go around asking for information because of you?”
Upon hearing those words, Natasha immediately pieced together the fact that Kenneth had done something behind her back.
“What on earth happened?” Natasha asked while staring at Fabian.
Hesitation was written all over Fabian's face as he found himself in a dilemma. “Um... since Mr. Hamilton didn't say anything, wouldn't it be out of my place to tell you?”
“Tell me. What's the difference between not telling me and telling me now?” Natasha raised an eyebrow.
“Uh, there would still be certain differences by the essence...” Fabian faltered.
Unexpectedly, Natasha was not at all frantic. She nodded calmly. “Okay. In that case, I'll ask Kenneth myself!”
“B-But... if you go ask him, he'll know that I've revealed something that I shouldn't.” Fabian was beginning to feel anxious.
Natasha didn't say a word in response. Instead, she continued staring at him.
Fabian knew that if Natasha were to ask Kenneth, there truly would not be much difference between telling her the truth and keeping it from her.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Fabian sighed resignedly. “I-If I tell you, can you pretend to be clueless when Mr. Hamilton tells you what happened?”
Natasha nodded in response. “Sure!”
Fabian took a deep breath and checked his surroundings. Once he was sure that no one was around, he turned his focus back to Natasha and said in a lowered voice, “Didn't you bump into a few foreigners at the entrance of the hotel a few days ago? Mr. Hamilton was worried about you, so he had specially investigated them.”
Natasha's gaze turned serious.
“Those people were not your average citizen. Mr. Hamilton and I went to meet them and managed to dig up some information. I was accidentally wounded at that time,” revealed Fabian.
When Natasha heard Fabian's recount, she drew her brows together and stepped forward to examine Fabian's wound.
“Gunshots?”
“I was merely grazed by a stray bullet. It's nothing serious!” After a brief pause, Fabian looked at her quizzically. “H-How do you know?”
It's just a graze. She couldn't have known from the wound, could she?
Natasha's frown grew deeper.
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