Be 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!" Be’s eyes lit up, remembering the evidence they had received this morning.

’Oh, right! Who sent the package?’ Be suddenly remembered Sam’s promise to call her to report the sender of the package. ’Did they find out who sent all that evidence?’

Be nced at her cell phone beside herputer. Earlier, when she texted Harper to arrange the FaceTime, she saw several unread text messages.

She was sure Sam’s text was there but didn’t have time to check because Harper immediately confirmed she was on standby for FaceTime.

"Really? Ugh, that’s great!" Harper’s anger slowly faded, reced with a happy smile. She had already heard everything from Stefan about the matter Be and her team were facing in Astington.

When she learned about it, Harper scolded Jack Foster for assigning Be to handle such a challengingpany just as she returned. Harper was concerned that Be might feel overwhelmed and decide to take another extended break.

"Oh, why did you suddenly call?" Harper asked, slightly confused because Be rarely called her at night at her ce.

Be 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, Be would prefer to buy from theirpany rather than buy in this country; she knows the one who holds the license, the Spencer Group, under themand 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 met Amanda again after what happened during their first meeting, which looked like it would be theirst meeting.

"Of course," Harper’s eyes lit up. It had been a long time since Be asked to buy clothes for her. In the past, when Be was still working at their main office in New York, she was Be’s fashion stylist.

"Girl, what do you need? Just tell me." Before Be could answer, Harper spoke again while sping her hands happily. "Ah, no need... No need... To tell me, girl. I will choose thetest collections for you for spring and autumn."

"It’s not for me."

"What? Not for you? Then who? Your evil mother-inw?" Harper narrowed her eyes, looking Be in the eyes. She knew how evil her mother-inw was and wouldn’t help that woman, even when Be 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 rtionship with your parents!?"

As far as Harper knew, Be’s rtionship with her parents had worsened since they forced her to marry. Thetest news she knows is that Be has only made up with her grandfather since returning to Astington.

"Yes, but only my mother." A wry smile appeared on Be’s lips. She knew her father was still furious because he hadn’t yet found traces of her mother.

From the short message Be 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 became more emotional upon realizing that Be had finally improved her rtionship with her mother. "I’m so happy for you, girl..."

"Thank you, Harper." Be 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 mncholic. Can you send me the person in charge of thepany? I need to call them and buy a bulk of clothes for my mom."

"You don’t have to do that. Just let me know your mother’s size and her fashion preferences. I will help you call them. I have plenty of time 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 detailster. I need to ask her first—"

"Sure!"

They talked for a few more minutes about Harper’s life in New York before Be finally excused herself. She felt like she wanted to sleep now when she saw it was already eleven at night.

After Be closed herptop, she took her cell phone and checked for a text message from Sam. She needed to know the identity of the person who had helped them. She had one name in mind that could help her with that evidence: Amanda Spencer.

Be remembered that during theirst meeting, Amanda had offered to help her. Amanda had experience handling simr problems, as they owned the number one entertainment agency in the country.

However, Be 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, Be 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.

"Be, are you alright?"

Instantly, Be’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 me like you’ve seen a ghost?" Tristan asked calmly while picking up her cell phone from the floor.

Be was speechless; she looked at Tristan with mixed emotions.

"Is there any surprising news?" Tristan asked again, gently cing his other hand on her cheek.

"Tristan, were you the one who sent the evidence to us!?"