Vanessa didn't need a maid to escort her to his study. She knew the mansion like the back of her hand, and she took the shortest route to get there.
Kira was already waiting for her when she arrived, and when she sat on the chair in front of his desk, he spun his laptop around to face her.
There was no sign of the overbearing and tense man who proposed to her in the sunroom. His face had been restored to its usual calm, as if nothing happened.
"I don't have much information," he said, watching her face as she took in the numerous data displayed on the screen. "No DNA traces, no physical evidence left behind. I don't know what he looks like either, so I could only depend on his electronic trail. He had left some information on the settings of the CCTV cameras he hacked before, but it can
