Chapter 889:

As Evita pondered her predicament, her phone buzzed with a text.

“Two hundred thousand dollars can get you a meeting with your father.”

Her breath caught, excitement surging through her.

Her father had been detained for half a year, and every attempt to see him had failed.

Now, finally, there was a chance.

But where on earth would she find that kind of money?

Evita’s mind immediately turned to Andrew.

Her grip on her phone tightened.

“What’s wrong?” her friend asked, noticing Evita’s sudden shift in demeanor.

I don’t have the

pause, she added quietly, “Maybe I can only turn

friend blinked in

you serious? Andrew has a

more fiction on

don’t have another

don’t you own tons of luxury items? You could sell those and probably gather

won’t get me far,” Evita cut her

friend stared at

wasn’t as helpless as she portrayed

fact, there was an almost eager glint in

bother with Evita anymore. But still, a part of

by Andrew, only to spot Waylon leaning against the door, a cigarette

he strode over and

you take my cigarette? Oh, wait—Madisyn’s back, too?” Waylon’s grumbling

into

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