Angela Scott forced herself to hold back her tears and the anger of injustice in her heart. She exchanged a few words with Avery Jane and then left, leaving Avery alone in the lounge.
The steaming black tea had an enchanting fragrance. Avery took a sip while gazing at the bustling traffic and the flow of people outside the window.
Everyone was busy rushing about for their lives, while she could only sit here drinking tea, aimless, losing her freedom, waiting for the man's frenzied intrusion when night fell. Could she be any more miserable?
At noon, the simple meal provided by the company was indeed terribly rough compared to the "Imperial Garden" of Joshua Hughes.
While eating her sandwich, Avery secretly mocked herself.
People really shouldn't get used to good things. After eating there for just two days, how could she feel that outside food was no longer tasty?
The girl at the reception desk outside the restaurant was yelling, "Avery Jane, you have a gift box."
