Chapter 1205

Aiken squinted at the car in front of him and turned to the person beside him. "Keep investigating those two." "Mr. Parkinson, do you think…" "Yeah, something feels off. Continue the investigation," Aiken said in a deep voice. … After a night of indulgence, Skylar woke up at Minerva's house. The two of them had spent the previous night drinking together. Although her tolerance for alcohol was still quite low, it had improved significantly compared to three years ago. It seemed they had drunk late into the night, and she had ended up sleeping in the guest room. As she climbed out of bed, she realized Minerva had already prepared breakfast. Wearing an apron, Minerva looked like a devoted wife as she observed the hungover Skylar. "I made you some breakfast—bolognese pasta. I didn't add any seasoning because we drank too much last night. Your stomach will feel better after eating something comforting." Minerva, whoever marries you is going to be so lucky," Skylar said as she appro