120 The Strange Surname

Harrison's POV

"Are you telling me that even though I gave you a full ten days, you still can't find any useful information about the surname Targary?"

The voice, laden with anger, echoed in the office on the top floor of the Morris Group building. A group of men in black remained silent, heads bowed, small beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

"Alpha, we've done our best to investigate this name, even returning to the waiter's home to check his diary..." Rick, the leader, spoke under immense pressure. "But in his diary, there's only an account of Mr. Targary leaves the hotel and generously tips him two hundred dollars. Apart from that, we can't find any information about this strange surname, as if, as if..."

I squinted my eyes, shooting Rick a sharp look. "As if what?!"

"As if this Mr. Targary appeared out of thin air. We..." Rick hesitated.