Bella shrugged while smiling bitterly.
"That’s why I’m busy with that matter. But don’t worry. We’ve definitely thrown that bitch in jail!" Bella’s eyes lit up, rembering the evidence they had received this morning.
’Oh, right! Who sent the package?’ Bella suddenly rembered Sam’s promise to call her to report the sender of the package. ’Did they find out who sent all that evidence?’
Bella glanced at her cell phone beside her computer. Earlier, when she texted Harper to arrange the FaceTi, she saw several unread text ssages.
She was sure Sam’s text was there but didn’t have ti to check because Harper imdiately confird she was on standby for FaceTi.
"Really? Ugh, that’s great!" Harper’s anger slowly faded, replaced with a happy smile. She had already heard everything from Stefan about the matter Bella and her team were facing in Astington.
When she learned about it, Harper scolded Jack Foster for assigning Bella to handle such a challenging company just as she returned. Harper was concerned that Bella might feel overwheld and decide to take another extended break.
"Oh, why did you suddenly call?" Harper asked, slightly confused because Bella rarely called her at night at her place.
Bella refocused on her reasons for contacting Harper. She knew RDF Group didn’t have a license for the famous fashion brand she wanted to buy for her mother in this country, so she needed to ask Harper if they had one in a neighboring country.
If they had, Bella would prefer to buy from their company rather than buy in this country; she knows the one who holds the license, the Spencer Group, under the command of Amanda Spencer.
Amanda might have known it was hers if she had bought those branded clothes in this country because she would not have purchased a little but a lot.
It would be awkward if she t Amanda again after what happened during their first eting, which looked like it would be their last eting.
"Of course," Harper’s eyes lit up. It had been a long ti since Bella asked to buy clothes for her. In the past, when Bella was still working at their main office in New York, she was Bella’s fashion stylist.
"Girl, what do you need? Just tell ." Before Bella could answer, Harper spoke again while clasping her hands happily. "Ah, no need... No need... To tell , girl. I will choose the latest collections for you for spring and autumn."
"It’s not for ."
"What? Not for you? Then who? Your evil mother-in-law?" Harper narrowed her eyes, looking Bella in the eyes. She knew how evil her mother-in-law was and wouldn’t help that woman, even when Bella asked her to.
"Hahaha, of course not. Why should I help her?"
Harper silently took a deep sigh. "Good. Good!"
"For my mother—"
"Wait, wait, girl," Harper’s eyes widened in surprise. "You already have a good relationship with your parents!?"
As far as Harper knew, Bella’s relationship with her parents had worsened since they forced her to marry. The latest news she knows is that Bella has only made up with her grandfather since returning to Astington.
"Yes, but only my mother." A wry smile appeared on Bella’s lips. She knew her father was still furious because he hadn’t yet found traces of her mother.
From the short ssage Bella received from Aunt Emma at noon, she learned that her father had made a fuss at her aunt’s house, forcing her to reveal her mother’s whereabouts and who was helping her. However, Aunt Emma did not budge and refused to give him any information. So he left without knowing where her mother was.
"Oh, girl," Harper beca more emotional upon realizing that Bella had finally improved her relationship with her mother. "I’m so happy for you, girl..."
"Thank you, Harper." Bella felt her heart warm again when she saw Harper’s eyes looking red as if she were about to cry. "Alright, no need to feel lancholic. Can you send the person in charge of the company? I need to call them and buy a bulk of clothes for my mom."
"You don’t have to do that. Just let know your mother’s size and her fashion preferences. I will help you call them. I have plenty of ti here to go on a shopping spree for your mother." Harper giggled, her eyes beaming with happiness.
"Hahaha, alright. I will send you my mother’s details later. I need to ask her first—"
"Sure!"
They talked for a few more minutes about Harper’s life in New York before Bella finally excused herself. She felt like she wanted to sleep now when she saw it was already eleven at night.
After Bella closed her laptop, she took her cell phone and checked for a text ssage from Sam. She needed to know the identity of the person who had helped them. She had one na in mind that could help her with that evidence: Amanda Spencer.
Bella rembered that during their last eting, Amanda had offered to help her. Amanda had experience handling similar problems, as they owned the number one entertainnt agency in the country.
However, Bella doesn’t want Amanda’s help because she doesn’t want to be indebted to the Spencers.
She sighed deeply while searching for Sam’s text and put aside her worry about Amanda Spencer.
Before long, Bella finally found what she was looking for.
After a few minutes of reading Sam’s report, her eyes widened as she realized who had helped them.
"Bella, are you alright?"
Instantly, Bella’s cell phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor as soon as she heard Tristan’s voice from the direction of the door. She looked up and saw Tristan walking closer to her, his brow slightly furrowed.
"What’s wrong, darling? Why look at like you’ve seen a ghost?" Tristan asked calmly while picking up her cell phone from the floor.
Bella was speechless; she looked at Tristan with mixed emotions.
"Is there any surprising news?" Tristan asked again, gently placing his other hand on her cheek.
"Tristan, were you the one who sent the evidence to us!?"
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