On the second day of my business trip, the private detective sent me a message, informing me that Nolan had moved in with Evelina the day after I left for my business trip.
He even included a picture of Nolan embracing Evelina at her doorstep.
I'm furious. Nolan, that jerk, couldn't wait to run off and stay with Evelina the moment I left.
It seems he must have been going to Evelina's place during my previous business trips too. Otherwise, why would the food in the fridge always remain untouched, as if no one had been there at all?
He lied to me, saying that eating alone at home when I wasn't around was boring, so he always ate at the office.
Nolan, you're such a liar. I wish I could tear those photos of them to shreds.
I had just finished handling work matters and returned to my hotel room.
Then Nolan's mother called. As soon as I answered, she launched into a tirade.