137 Masterful Conversation

Leaving the bedroom, Nathan walked into the study and immediately close the door behind him.

He turned on his computer, logged into his email, and saw a message from a private investigator.

The email contained a few photos, though not very clear, he could still vaguely see a masked man driving a car with Emily sitting in the passenger seat.

He dialed a number.

The call was quickly answered. "Mr. Reed."

"Hmm," Nathan grunted. "Any new leads?"

"Yes, a bit," the private investigator, who had taken Nathan’s money, initially thought this would be a simple task, but it turned out to be quite difficult. The masked man was very cautious, doing almost everything in secret, making it hard to get any photos.

However, last night he finally found a break.

He had bribed a newly employed waiter at the Hilton Hotel who provided the room number of the masked man and Emily.

"Room 2307?"

"Yes," the private investigator said. "I’ve found out that it’s a presidential suite that has been rented out long-te