“I can't believe you dragged me out of the mansion.” Inder groaned, brows drawn in annoyance. “This had better be worth it.”

“I need information on someone.” Owen replied in his usual, professional tone.

Inder muttered under his breath but didn’t argue. It was his job to always be available, so complaining was just wasted energy.

With a sigh, he retrieved his laptop from the bag always over his shoulder and dropped it on the restaurant table. “What's the name?”

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