"Miss Fairchild, Peyton Marshall never went to any orphanage. And... he seems to have noticed we're looking into him."
The target had strong counter-surveillance skills, vanishing without a trace at the slightest disturbance.
Lyra frowned slightly. "Keep watching. He'll slip up eventually."
"Also, find that girlfriend of his from the orphanage. Get clear photos and send them to me."
A few days later, while Lyra was working, her subordinate sent the photos over.
Lyra immediately forwarded them to Maddie. Not long after, Maddie replied with obvious annoyance:
"Is this it? He already told me about her. That's his sister."
It seemed Peyton was much harder to deal with than she had anticipated, weaving his lies flawlessly.
Lyra didn't argue further. She simply made another call, asking someone to trace the contact number Peyton used while working as a waiter at the coffee shop.
But the number was disconnected.
...
That afternoon, Lyra rushed home from the office. Grabbing some cleaning supplies, she went with Martha to clean Zane's new place.
Because Zane was coming back tomorrow.
Following the GPS, Lyra was mildly surprised when they drove into the neighborhood. It was a premium luxury complex right by the river, boasting tight security and exquisite landscaping.
Entering the spacious, well-lit apartment, the layout was elegant, exuding a low-key, sophisticated quality. It felt like no one had ever lived there.
Lyra walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, taking in the river view. She murmured in awe, "My 'cousin' is rich, and he has great taste."
It was obvious at a glance that this cousin she had never met came from serious money.
Martha chuckled, pulling out the cleaning tools. "When did he become your cousin?"


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