บท 131: Bottled Pain

In room #206, John met Diane's informant. John couldn't believe the person was a famous local music artist in the past, Anna Ranillo, his grandmother's painting collection pal.

John sat on a couch near the bed. "I never suspected for you to become her informant," John said to Anna. Diane surmised the two were acquainted by the way he spoke.

"I was bored collecting paintings and chatting with your grandmother Julliane. Diane provided me the excitement back into my life, so I grabbed it," Anna said, her voice filled with enthusiasm and a pleased grin on her face.

John sat down on the vanity's chair. "Diane does have a way of dispensing excitement to anyone's life, including mine."

Diane gave John an oppressive glare. John gave her a courteous smile.

"I'm not here to have a chat but I just want to know what is your involvement with Diane, John?"