Chapter Nineteen

“I’m all ears.”

If his father thought his precious soon to be daughter-in-law was perfect for him, he might as well find out just how deep her perfect facade ran. If there was so much as a nail poking its head from the wood, he was going to make damn sure he pried it out of her floor and expose anything skeletons hidden beneath.

“Good, Aziza Bashar. I want you to find out everything about her. I want everything, even if it’s up to what she had for breakfast today and I want the file on my desk by tomorrow two pm sharp.”

“Consider it done.”

“And Kivaç?”

“Your highness?’

“I don’t think I need to remind you to keep this quiet.”

“You have nothing to worry about.”

“Good.”

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