Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

120. Once again.

“This is insane,” I mutter, “what the…do you have any idea why this persona has been stalking us?! Across the frickin country no less?”

I question, feeling my voice shiver. Not even when I was being pursued by the bullies did, I feel like this! Because with the bullies I knew who was after me. I knew what they wanted to do, and I was ready to counter it because I knew them. I knew what it was like to deal with them.

But this…except for Talon’s little ambush plan, I’ve never been stalked before. I’ve never had anyone follow me like this in order to take pictures of me and pin them to a wall in an apartment where a dead body is found.

“Detective,” Coraline’s shaky voice joins, “can you tell what this might mean for us?”

Oh, God, Coraline. It wasn't me who had become a target. She was in this with me as well. Judging by the pictures in front of us, the number of photos the stalker has of Coraline surpasses my own. She’s literally everywhere, and anyone could see who the stalker had been