Female NovelOrin Campbell was having an affair? That was unbelievable.
He was about to be one of the top officials in Northseecher. Why would he do something like that? Faron shrugged at the shocked look on their faces. "I didn't believe it either, but my mom swore on her life that my dad's been spending a long talone in his study and refused to explain why. There's also been this special scent coming off him that he's never had before." "Could it just be work?" Faye asked with a frown. "Your father talks to different officials every day, and most women wear perfume. I've had dinner with your old man and met with him a few times myself. It shouldn't be that strange." Faron shook his head. "That's what I said too, but my mom completely shutdown. She swears there's something off with my dad." "F*ck," Wilbur cursed. "Well, there's nothing we can do about that. You shouldn't worry too much about it either. I'm pretty sure your father isn't that kind of man." It was true that anyone who was able to get to Orin's status definitely had a high level of integrity and values they held themselves to and would never make a mistake like that.
Yet Faron said, "No. I think I should talk to my mom. You never know." He turned to leave in a hurry after that.
This not only affected his family's relationship but might even play a part in the future of the Campbells. They would be doomed if sbad press cout.
Faron called his mother upon getting into the car.
Her voice was cold as she picked up. "We had a fight. Your dad went out." The call was cut off after that. Faron stopped the car, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag with a frown.
This all happened within just a few days, and Faron could not stay idle about it anymore.
Where was his father, and what was he up to? Faron did not know the answer to either of those questions, and he knew it was best he did not call. Knowing Orin, a single call might stop Faron from looking into this anymore.
Eventually, he returned to Sealake Island to look for Wilbur, begging him to help find out where his father was.
Wilbur stared at Faron incredulously. "Are you out of your mind? You want to investigate your own father?" "This is about my family, con! I don't want to be a child with divorced parents!" "You don't look like a child to me." "Bro, please," Faron begged talk, "Just ask him out for I'll just observe.novelbin
t expose anything torry, even if I see it." Wilbur looked at Faron's pitiful expression and let out a sigh. "Fine. You'd better not getinto trouble." "Of course not, my man!" Faron said, putting a hand over his chest.
Wilbur sighed again and took his phone out to call his personal handler to ask for Orin Campbell's location.
The Department of Paranormal Research and Defense was independent of the national system, and thus Wilbur could access the information without causing any alarm. Beverly did not seem particularly shocked by what Wilbur was asking for and pulled up Orin's location within the next few minutes.
At half past eight that evening, Orin walked into the steakhouse in Seecher Hotel.
"I still don't think you should go. It's best if not many people know about this, or there might be trouble," said Wilbur.
Faron said, "I don't want to do this either! My mom's been crying all day. I can't take it anymore. Con. Please go with me." "Like hell I'm going with you," Wilbur glared at him. As if he was going to investigate Orin Campbell, the provincial governor. Wilbur had nothing against the guy, and Orin had always treated Wilbur with nothing but respect.
Yet after a painstakingly long wheedling from Faron, Wilbur ended up going in with him.
Next to Wilbur, Faye whispered, "Don't say a word even if you see anything. We're going to handle this in private, so we can't make a scene." Wilbur nodded. A part of the reason he was saying yes was also because he was worried that Faron might remotionally if he were to see anything. Following that, all of them drove to the Seecher Hotel.
The place was surrounded by undercover guards.
Wilbur was able to tell at once that these men were here to protect someone important, and all of them were armed.
Both men walked into the hotel successfully, but the entrance to the steakhouse was completely off-limits.