CHAPTER 128 Green eyed politician.

Aria

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A groan escaped as I shut Aria’s diary. The snap fills the otherwise silent room in Damon’s villa. My head was spinning, and an ache had inhabited it, making a home out of my head.

Detective Andrew had told me when he went to Twinkle Company they had told him it was a long time ago, so they had lost the records, making it difficult for him to get any more information.

Knowing Damon’s name was the one actually used, I told him we could find more clues, and that was what I had been doing from her diary. But her description was so vague. Never did she mention the man’s name once—not even a physical description.

I turned on the bed, casting my gaze on the ceiling like there was some hidden clue in there.

Sighing, I shut my eyes, sifting through my thoughts for any methods that could be used to get more details about him. After a while, Elaina popped into my head. She was the closest to Aria and the only one I know who knew Aria.

I reached for my phone beneath the pillow and d