The phone rang.
Joseph Wright glanced at the number displayed on the screen, hesitated for two seconds, and then picked it up.
"Hello, Mr. Clegg," his voice was somewhat deep.
"Okay," Hank Clegg answered from the other end, "I have a bit of a situation and might need Mr. Wright's assistance."
"Go ahead." Joseph Wright was now only afraid that Hank Clegg wouldn't need his help.
No matter what Hank Clegg was about to request, he would definitely agree to it.
"I might need Mr. Wright to pass on a message for me to the prince..." Hank Clegg's voice lowered, "...Can Mr. Wright do that?"
"Yes." Joseph Wright's gaze grew stern.
...
It was dawn.
Victoria opened her eyes in the purple-red bed.
Just as she was about to stretch, she suddenly sensed a figure in front of her.
She looked up and was startled by Franklin Clegg before her.
"Big brother! How come you are…" Her throat was still a bit hoarse.
