“Dad, did you do anything else than drink?” Natasha pressed on.
“What do you mean?” He was puzzled by her questions.
“Dad, think carefully! You can’t make a mistake here!” She was dead serious.
“I think I blacked out from drinking. I can’t remember a thing. What happened?” Hector frowned softly.
Natasha finally dropped the bomb. “Dad, Sir Moran’s daughter was dead!”
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