Burn the Marriage, Keep the Crown novel Chapter 48

The private investigator raised an eyebrow, "I'm Rock Sullivan. Nice to meet you."

Serena glanced toward the restaurant behind them. "Shall we go in?"

"Sure."

Rock followed Serena into the restaurant with an air of confidence, showing no signs of intimidation.

Once they were seated and had ordered their food, Rock got straight to the point, "So, Serena, tell me what's going on."

His ease and directness reminded Serena of her younger self—full of energy and ready to tackle anything with enthusiasm.

Back then, she was vibrant and persistent, even during those three years of chasing Aaron. Despite being repeatedly turned down, she never gave up. So when her drunken confession one night was met with success, it felt like a dream. It wasn't until Aaron returned from abroad and acknowledged their relationship that the weight she’d been carrying finally lifted.

But she never imagined that the four years with Aaron would turn out to be some of the most draining of her life.

It was as exhausting as the day of her father's funeral when she unexpectedly saw Tyler and Bella in the procession.

Returning her focus to the present, Serena succinctly explained the mysterious allegations about L.S. Entertainment's finances.

Rock listened intently, his handsome brow furrowing, "You’re saying the company’s accounts are clean, and this is just a malicious report?"

"Exactly!"

"Understood," Rock said, pulling out a card. "Here's my bank card. If you could transfer a thousand dollars as a retainer, that’d be great."

Serena chuckled at his cautious demeanor. "No problem."

Serena’s taste was getting worse. Now, she was associating with kids like this.

"Drive," Aaron commanded icily.

The driver, sensing the icy aura coming from Aaron, carefully maneuvered the car, trying to remain as unnoticed as possible.

After Serena and Rock finished their meal, they parted ways.

Serena didn’t feel like heading straight back to Rosewood Gardens, so she had the driver take her around town. It wasn’t until ten o'clock in the evening that she finally returned home.

She hadn't expected Aaron to be there at this hour, but there he was, sitting in the living room, seemingly waiting for her return.

The scene brought back memories of countless nights she had spent waiting for Aaron on the sofa. More often than not, she would wait until morning, only for him not to come home. And her, inevitably catching a cold from sleeping without a blanket.