The VIP Customer

*Stuart's POV*

Half an hour passed before the investigator came to meet me. We were in my car, which was parked near the entrance of the hotel lobby because I wanted to ensure that I could see Patricia as soon as she left the hotel.

"I want you to know Patricia Sandoval's whereabouts since the time we had a divorce," I required the investigator.

"Patricia?" he smirked, "You do not need to wait any longer. Your father had been paying me to do the same in the past years, so you can now ask me anything about your ex-wife."

"How did she come to this kind of work?" I asked straightforwardly.

"A month after you separated, her mother died due to cancer. Her father was unable to cope with the financial problems of their company, and the family struggled to pay too many debts—"

"What?" I could not believe what I just heard, "I gave him money to help his company recover. Didn't he use it?"

"He did," he answered sadly, "bu