She really needs money, not only does she need money, but her son also needs money...
How exactly did Charlie Austin take care of them, mother and child?
"Do you have your own private account?" Chester Yale paused slightly before finally speaking slowly.
After asking, he felt like he had asked a pointless question.
A three-year-old child wouldn't possibly have their own private account.
Chester thought for a moment and spoke again, "I see. I'll have someone send you a gift."
He was just about to press the intercom, about to call his secretary in, but remembered Evelyn Sherman sleeping on his sofa, so he hung up the phone.
The tall figure stood up from in front of the Office Desk and walked out of the Office Room.
He handed the note with Evelyn Sherman's Apartment address and a card to his secretary, his thin lips slightly opened, "Mail my Secondary Card to this Address with the title for Great King Harry."
