Chapter 60

"Okay, I'll help you. But in exchange, can you at least give me a clue?" Natasha said. She was anxious to find out who had saved her back then. It meant a lot to her. "Once everything is settled, I'll tell you. After all, I've already given you my weakness, and you can choose not to trust me," Faye replied calmly. With that, she left her business card on the counter and walked out of the bar. What she said wasn't wrong. Still, the feeling of being manipulated left a sour taste in Natasha's mouth. Frustrated, she ordered another bottle of whiskey and sat at the counter, watching the stage performances with a hazy look in her eyes. "When did my tolerance get so bad?" she muttered, shaking her head. Luckily, she could still see clearly enough. After paying the bill, she stepped outside to wait for a cab. The cold night air hit her face, clearing her head a little. From the corner of the alley, she heard laughter and playful voices. Usually, Natasha wasn't the type to snoop, but