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Those people were fighting each other, not her. Why was she scared?
“It’s too chaotic here, Hayden! Let’s head back to school right away!”
The teacher grabbed Hayden’s arm and quickly led him away.
That afternoon, Avery made a trip to the police station.
Five years ago, Wanda Tate’s brother, Richard Worsley, had embezzled close to three hundred million dollars from Tate Industries before fleeing the country
Despite the conclusive evidence, there was nothing that the local police could do.
The country that Richard had fled to did not have an extradition treaty with Aryadelle which meant that the Aryadelle police could not arrest him as long as he was there
Moreover, Richard had gotten an entirely new identity once he had escaped.
Avery had spent the past few years looking into his whereabouts.
It was not until recently that the private investigator that Avery had hired finally sent over Richard’s latest photos and address.
Avery had handed over all these clues to the police.
Today, they finally had a new breakthrough in the case.
“Miss Tate, we’ve sent Richard Worsley’s old friends to persuade him to return to the country. According to our informant, Mr. Worsley’s been living in rather difficult conditions. We’re guessing that he’s blown through most of the money he embezzled.”
“I don’t care if I don’t get the money back. I want him to answer to the law! I’ve spoken to my lawyers, and they told me that the amount of money involved in the case is large enough for him to be given the death sentence. Is that right?”
“Yes. Once he’s back in the country, we will arrest him immediately.”
“Alright. Thank you for your hard work!”
When Avery walked out of the police station, she felt a strong sense of relief. Returning to Aryadelle and rebuilding Tate Industries was part of her plan to bait him back into the country.
She wanted Richard to know that she was now incredibly wealthy.
He had succeeded in embezzling money from the company once, so he was sure to want to try his luck once again.
She had asked the company’s current chief financial officer to get in touch with Richard’s friends and give them the illusion that there was another chance to steal money from Tate Industries, and Richard had fallen for it.
Avery got into her car and was about to head back to the office when her phone rang.
When she saw who was calling, she immediately answered the phone and said, “Hey, Wesley. Are you at the airport?”
“I am. Where are you right now? I’ll come to you,” said Wesley.
“I’m not busy right now, so I’ll pick you up.”
Avery arrived at the airport half an hour later to pick Wesley up.
She asked for his house address, then drove the car in that direction.
“How long are you back for this time?” she asked.
“For good,” Wesley said with a shrug. “I quit and decided to come back home.”
“That’s great! That way, we can see each other all the time,” Avery said with a pure and sincere smile.
However, a hint of worry flashed across Wesley’s eyes.
“Zoe Sanford called me, Avery. She’s more shameless than I imagined. You should be on your guard around her.”
“What did she contact you for?” Avery asked.
“She said she needed an assistant and asked me to recommend one to her,” Wesley said with an expression of irony on his face. Then he laughed and continued, “Guess what her requirements were for picking an assistant? She wanted someone who was Professor Hough’s student and whose skills weren’t worse off than hers… She might as well have just said that she wanted to find someone who could single–handedly take on Shea’s case. As if someone who was better than her would agree to be her assistant! i don’t know if she’s shameless or just plain stupid.”
Avery also found the entire thing ironic.
“She obviously doesn‘t have the skills for the job, but she insists on sticking around. Elliot Foster isn‘t an idiot. He‘ll find the truth out sooner or later,” Wesley said. “You’re too soft hearted, Avery. Not many people would treat their own rivals in love.”
“As long as you‘re not uncomfortable about it.”
“There‘s no point in punishing myself over this. We should look ahead in life,” Avery said, then changed the subject, “I‘ve got some good news. I‘m almost done rebuilding my company. Everything is going smoothly.”
Wesley was happy for her and said, “That‘s great. How is Hayden doing at the special needs school?”
The smile on Avery‘s face vanished at the mention of Hayden.
“He has learned to hack from Mike, and his skills are way beyond my imagination. Elliot’s got his eyes on him,” she said as her head began to ache. “I‘m afraid that Elliot might uncover more things if this continues.”
“It’s rare for secrets to be kept under wraps for a lifetime, Avery. You’re no longer the same person you were four years ago. Even if he finds out that he‘s the father of the children, he won ‘t actually kill them.”
“That‘s exactly why I need to make more money and become more powerful. That’s the only way I can protect my children,” Avery said. “I‘ll keep this a secret for as long as I can! Considering the mess his personal life is in right now, the children are better off without a father.”
Meanwhile, Elliot had taken Shea back to the Foster mansion where the family doctor had given her a sedative.
Once Shea was asleep, the doctor asked Elliot, “Mental illness is beyond my scope I suggest you find a psychiatrist to treat her.”
This was not something Elliot had not considered before.
“She’s wary of strangers.”
“It’s worth a try. Didn’t you say that her condition is better than it was before the surgery?” comforted the doctor. “You never know, maybe solving her emotional woes could help her overall recovery.”
Elliot nodded, then asked, “Do you have a good psychiatrist to recommend?”
“I happen to know one of the country’s more well-known psychiatrists, but I can’t guarantee that they will be available. I‘ll ask and find out,” answered the doctor. “You could also ask for Dr. Sanford‘s opinion. She‘s better than I am, so she might have a more professional view on this.”
Elliot nodded in response.
Zoe rushed over half an hour later.
She was dressed in a long–sleeved top and long pants, while her face and neck were covered in a thick layer of makeup.
“Are you alright, Dr. Sanford?” Elliot asked as he took in her appearance. “I heard you spent the night out last night.”
Zoe had not allowed the bodyguard to follow her to the hotel last night.
All the bodyguard knew was that she spent the night out, but not where she went or what she did.
“Yes. A friend of mine came to see me, so I spent the night with her,” Zoe answered with a light smile, then changed the subjeet quickly and said, “Did something happen to Shea?”
Elliot explained everything that happened that afternoon to Zoe.
“Did she suffer similar trauma in her past? If that‘s the case, we need to keep her away from anything that might trigger her. It‘s better for her to get plenty of rest after brain surgery,” said Zoe.
“Could we get a psychiatrist to see her?”
“We could give it a try with an expert psychiatrist, but this will also depend on Shea’s reaction. We don‘t need to rush things if she‘s against it. Once her mental capacity recovers to a certain level, her psychological endurance will also increase accordingly.”
“Go get busy with your work, Elliot. I‘ll look after Shea,” Zoe said.
As Elliot walked in the direction of his study, Zoe watched his back and felt a huge sense of. relief.