"You could say that," Marienne replied with a mysterious smile, her eyes glinting with something unreadable—something that sent a quiet ripple of suspicion through Anna.
A private detective? Anna's expression barely shifted, her features carefully schooled into neutrality. But inwardly, her thoughts sharpened.
If I didn't know any better, I'd assume she's trying to check on Robert. And honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if she's been digging into my past too... especially now that we're both entangled by the murder she committed.
Turning away, Anna let her fingertips glide lightly across the glass display, feigning interest in a necklace she wasn't truly looking at. Her voice remained casual, detached. "I'm just a little surprised. I didn't think people still hired private detectives nowadays. I've never done that myself—nor do I know anyone who has."
Marienne visibly tensed at the remark, but forced a breezy laugh as if trying to smooth over the tension.
