Elliot had lost a lot of weight, and his originally well-defined facial features appeared more profound and elegant. 

What was he doing here? Was he the mysterious guest?

Lucy left after finishing the task.

Watching Lucy leave, Avery realized that the mysterious guest was indeed Elliot.

Was he not bedridden? 

Was he feeling better already?

Avery stood still, not saying a word or approaching him. 

"Mr. Foster, is this lady the person you're looking for?" The person in charge asked Elliot.

Elliot nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," said the person in charge in a pleasing tone.

Elliot walked toward Avery, looking at her with indifferent eyes, and said, "Let's talk."

"Talk? What's there to talk about?" Avery lowered her gaze, her tone was cold. 
 
Elliot was not in a hurry or annoyed. Instead, he took her arm with his big hand and pulled her away. There were many people backsta

As if a roaring fire had been warming the room, Avery felt the chill as soon as she had left the room. Later, Avery went to the bathroom to wash her face. Once she was done freshening up, she returned to the exhibition hall. 

The exhibition lasted for over an hour, but it passed by in the blink of an eye. Avery saw plenty of things, but she remembered none of it. After the exhibition ended, she got up.

Charlie asked Avery, "Would you like to go for afternoon tea? I know a new place, and it's quite good."
 
Avery was not interested, and she rejected his offer, "I'm a little sleepy and want to go back to rest."

Charlie realized that she looked exhausted, and he said, "I'll take you back."

"Thank you."

The two walked out of the first row.

At the exit, Avery saw a familiar face. Seeing that he was waiting for her, Avery turned to Charlie and said, "Mr. Tierney, why don't you head out f

Nevertheless, Charlie was not discouraged, and he could give her more time.

After ordering, the two chatted casually. Then, Avery picked up her phone and fiddled with it. 

"Avery, do you have any issues with our cooperation?" Charlie asked casually as he took a sip of red wine.

Avery was reading the news, and she looked up at him when she heard his voice.

"Your plan is fine, but there are still some disagreements on our side," said Avery casually. 

Charlie laughed. "What are the disagreements? Let's see if I can help."

Avery replied, "It's fine. I can handle it myself." 

The disagreements stemmed from herself. In fact, the management of Tate Industries was very eager to accept investment from Trust Capital, but Avery was still hesitating. She had promised to meet with Charlie because she had wanted to get to know him a little better. However, no matter how well Charlie performed, 

Elliot had lost a lot of weight, and his originally well-defined facial features appeared more profound and elegant. 

What was he doing here? Was he the mysterious guest?

Lucy left after finishing the task.

Watching Lucy leave, Avery realized that the mysterious guest was indeed Elliot.

Was he not bedridden? 

Was he feeling better already?

Avery stood still, not saying a word or approaching him. 

"Mr. Foster, is this lady the person you're looking for?" The person in charge asked Elliot.

Elliot nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," said the person in charge in a pleasing tone.

Elliot walked toward Avery, looking at her with indifferent eyes, and said, "Let's talk."

"Talk? What's there to talk about?" Avery lowered her gaze, her tone was cold. 
 
Elliot was not in a hurry or annoyed. Instead, he took her arm with his big hand and pulled her away. There were many people backstage, and it was uncertain how they would talk about them.

Leaving backstage, Elliot led her through 

Chapter 90