The situation in Chelsea remains unknown.
It's technically Wilson Finley's turf, and it's nearly impossible to pry if he doesn't want to be spied on.
Yvonne Finley got all flustered, even a little restless, she checked the time, it was already past nine in the morning.
Just as she was about to call Caleb Baker, the doorbell rang.
She anxiously glanced over.
The man hastily returned, and, seeing she was unharmed, he let out a sigh, "I heard there was some trouble today?"
He had heard some news and came back.
Yvonne Finley nodded: "It was Laura, but it's all right now. Where have you been?"
She subconsciously looked him up and down.
He looked somewhat pale, with a slight redness at the corners of his eyes, but there was nothing else remarkable about his appearance.
Caleb Baker pulled her down on the sofa, spreading his long legs, "The visa is ready."
When she heard this, Yvonne Finley understood.
It meant...
He was leaving.
