Chapter 172 Billionaire's Lies

The desk lamp managed to illuminate his tired face with only an almost dim light as he gazed at the photograph of Clara Hemp. Possibilities began hurrying through his mind, each one worse than the last. His fingers traced the outline of the photo, as though he could force her intentions to reveal themselves to him through sheer willpower. "Morales," Rivera interrupted him, his voice soft but insistent, "you have been on this for hours. When's the last time you slept?"