Chapter Thirty Three: The Matchmakers' Accomplice

Celine I went through the pictures my mole had forwarded to me. They were photos of Grandpa and Trevor hanging out together. I tsked as I checked the last picture. "Now they've become fast friends," I scoffed, hissing low under my breath as I threw the photo packet onto my desk. My phone rang, and I answered, knowing who it was. "Hello." "Ma'am, have you received the package I sent?" "Yes, I have. Thanks. Has he been doing nothing but this over the past week?" "Yes, he has been doing practically the same thing every day." "I'm glad to know he's staying out of trouble now." "Would you like me to continue tailing his movements?" I shook my head. "No, that's all the service I need from you. I'll forward your balance to you before the end of today. Thanks." "Alright, Ma'am. I look forward to our next project." There won't be one, I thought but bit back the words, only murmuring an "Mmn!" "Good day. I'll be expecting the alert then." I ended the conversation and sighed, plac