Chapter 83. A Private Investigator

Alexander’s POV

It was the same every single time; all they could discuss was money, influence, and the rest.

I rolled my eyes and took a drink before nonchalantly strode to the chair, but I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

Someone mentioned her name. Someone definitely mentioned Nina’s name here.

At first, I wanted to ignore it, thinking it was only a coincidence, but almost immediately, her name was mentioned again, this time confirming my thoughts.

“Nina Crabtre,” someone muttered, his voice low, almost impossible to hear, but somehow, I did.

I tactfully turned slightly as I took a sip out of my drink, a sly smile plastered on my face as I traced who had mentioned Nina’s name.

Just behind me were two men of high class. One was a politician, but I could hardly remember him, and the other was a journalist, a reputable one.

“Heard she is digging up something which relates to her father’s past, if you ask me, I do not thi