"Avery Jane, I can help you, as long as you want to leave." Beckett Wright's tone was very certain.
He had never begged anyone in his life, but for her, he could ask those who might be able to help.
"No need, a good friend of mine is helping me, and soon there will be news."
Nora Thompson should get back to her in the next few days.
Avery suddenly thought of a question: if she went back now, would she still have a chance to go out?
Joshua had previously assigned her a driver, and she could go wherever she wanted.
But this time, he had the housekeeper keep an eye on her. If Beckett hadn't come looking for her and if she hadn't been seriously ill, she might not have had the chance to go out.
A bold idea began to quietly brew in her mind.
Her phone was on the table, and Beckett really was a careful person; he remembered to bring her phone.
She reached out to take her phone, her fingers repeatedly sliding over it, unsure if doing this would make it difficult for Nora.
