The Scent of 249

Chapter 249

Chapter 249

Wynn was stunned for a moment. After processing his words, she responded kindly, “No worries. Your plans

should come first.”

Beck nodded.

Once Wynn drove off, he got into his own car.

But instead of starting the engine, he reached for his phone found Celeste’s number, and, after a brief pause, dialed.

Celeste was still at the office.

Seeing his name on the screen, she answered the call casually, “Mr. Harper?”

Beck had words at the tip of his tongue, but the noise in the background made him stop short. Instead, he asked, ” Still working at this hour?”

“Yeah.”

Considering the time, Celeste assumed this wasn’t a work matter. “I’m free tomorrow. What does Shanice have in mind?”

Silence.

Noticing his silence, Celeste prompted, “Mr. Harper?”

Beck knew how busy she had been this week.

It was already past nine, and she was still working.

He didn’t even need to ask–she had to be drained.

Her own daughter had returned to the Fleming Manor, and she wouldn’t get to see her tomorrow. Yet, despite that, he was still asking her to spend time with someone else’s child.

It seemed a little too unfair for her.

Hence, he said, “If you’re tired, let’s push it to next time.”

wasn’t feeling particularly

“It’s fine. Tomorrow works.”

couple of seconds

Meanwhile…

exited the restaurant after dinner, they bumped

being well–acquainted with

exchanged greetings

holding Trevor’s hand, looked up and

Jorge nodded. “Hello there.”

moment Jorge spotted the Flemings, his

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realized he recognized

seen any unfamiliar woman who might be

really

some small talk with the Robinsons, the Flemings got into their car

Lincoln stayed behind to accompany

and the others, on the other hand, went back to the Fleming

as they had arrived, Tucker turned to Trevor and asked, “Trev, you didn’t

him the car keys. “It’s in

Thank you, Trev!”

excitedly caught the

seeing this, Queenie asked, “What’s that

Tucker froze momentarily.

“It’s nothing,” Trevor replied.

a breath of relief, Tucker bolted

shrugged and didn’t press

Tucker came back with a few notebooks in

on it, it wasn’t the kind of autograph he

out, “Trev, I wanted a signed poster–the kind you can hang on the wall and

flatly, “You’re not

“Why not?”

do anything weird. He just wanted to put it on

with a smile but said

knew the

didn’t push

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