"Let her come up."
Avery Jane's friend? Joshua Hughes's eyes flickered like a stream of light; at this time, her friend coming to find him must mean there's something up—news about her, perhaps?
Short, neat hair, exuding the aura of a career elite in the city.
Joshua Hughes sat on the sofa, lazily leaning back, his long legs crossed like a relaxed leopard, watching the woman who had just entered.
"Mr. Hughes, I know you want to find Avery Jane; I can help you find her."
Angela Scott spoke directly; she knew that Joshua Hughes had a strong interest in Avery Jane; otherwise, he wouldn't have done so much.
Although Avery Jane didn't come to M.C later, they still stayed in touch by phone from time to time. After all, they were friends for many years; Avery Jane really doesn't have many friends.
With a man like this, there's no need to beat around the bush; it's essential to be direct.
"What do you want?"
