Coffee shop.
Hope Williams and Elias Patel sat facing each other by the window. Hope's expression was heavy, and her usually calm face showed a few signs of urgency.
"What's the situation with the Lewis family's private plane crash that you mentioned?"
Elias picked up the coffee in front of him and took a slow sip, unhurriedly.
It seemed her guess was correct—Hope knew nothing about the plane crash.
"It seems Madam truly isn't aware of anything," Elias said indifferently.
Hope furrowed her brows slightly.
"If Madam wants to know, I can tell you, but I have one condition."
"You want me to help you return to the Lewis Clan?" Hope saw through Elias's thoughts at a glance.
Elias pressed her lips together, her gaze fixed on Hope, her eyes flickering. "For you, this is just a matter of a single word."
