Chapter 738


    Chapter 738 Ever Thought About Starting Your Own Company


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    Inside the interrogation room.


    The lighting wasn''t particrly bright, but the light was still a bit harsh on the eyes.


    There was only one table and three chairs in the room.


    Nicole sat at the far end, with two police officers sitting in front of the table, their expressions notably


    stern.


    No matter what they asked Nicole, she steadfastly maintained that she knew nothing.


    The bright lights made Nicole''s already pale face appear even paler, like a ghost devoid of a soul.


    The two officers were bing increasingly frustrated with their questioning, but she remained silent.


    They exchanged a nce, feeling that there was no need to continue pressing her. Then, they said to


    her, “Ms. Lambert, would you mind taking a urine test? We just want to determine whether or not you''ve


    been using drugs. The test results will give us the answer.”


    Nicole let out a strange, coldugh, her tone oddly entric. “If the test shows that I haven''t been


    using drugs, how are you going to justify arresting innocent citizens? I absolutely won''t let this slide!


    Each and every one of you will end up demoted and punished for this!”


    The two police officers'' faces turned rather awkward.


    ...


    Outside the interrogation room.


    ire sat in the chief''s office, waiting. The deputy chief personally received her, his smile somewhat


    forced. “Mrs. Lambert, I''ve heard that your daughter is clever and sensible. I believe she wouldn''t do


    anything illegal. You shouldn''t worry too much.”


    He awkwardly kept herpany, knowing that this woman in front of him was not to be trifled with.


    Setting aside the fact that ire was quite capable herself and was a renowned businesswoman in the


    city, her husband was also an influential figure who could offer her strong support.


    If the deputy chief had the choice, he really wouldn''t want to deal with this messy situation. However, a


    report had been filed anonymously, using Nicole of drug-rted offenses with evidence to back it


    up. His superiors had also applied pressure, leaving him with no other option.


    ire, however, seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. She sat there in a daze, unmoving.


    About half an hour passed. Soon, she stood up in the office, dialing a phone number.


    In a gentle voice tinged with helplessness and a hint of a sob, she said, “William, something''s


    happened to our daughter...”


    When William received the call from his wife, he was in the middle of a meeting with a group of


    government officials. Upon hearing ire say that something had happened to their daughter, his first


    thought was that something had happened to Avery. This caused a rarepse in his usuallyposed


    demeanor in front of the other officials.


    Realizing that he was acting inappropriately, William found a quiet corner and immediately called ire


    back. He asked with concern, “What''s wrong with Ery? What happened to our daughter?”


    Though Avery had already returned to her original family, she hadn''t changed her surname because


    she still felt a deep sense of gratitude toward the Rumpley family. William and his wife naturally


    respected her wishes.


    On the other end of the line, ire''s voice was anxious, with a touch of despair. “It''s not Avery who''s in


    trouble, it''s our younger daughter, Nicole.”


    Hearing that it wasn''t Avery, William felt a slight relief.


    Just as he was starting to rx, ire''s next words cast a shadow over his typically stern face. “Two


    police officers came to our house today. They said that Nicole was suspected of drug-rted offenses


    and had been taken to the police station for questioning. She''s currently at the police station. Will, you


    need toe over quickly. I''m worried about her mental state. I''m afraid something might happen...”


    William''s grip on his phone tightened to the point that he almost crushed it, and his eyes reddened with


    anger.


    However, he still managed to speak in a calm tone as he reassured ire, “ire, try to calm down. I''ll


    be right over.”


    ...


    The tea house exuded an ancient charm.


    The room was tranquil and tastefully decorated, merging both Eastern and Western styles. While it was


    not overly spacious, the ce was carefully set up.


    A folding screen adorned with a watercolor painting served as the centerpiece. It was carved with


    diamonds to give a sandsted effect, featuring antique poetry and apanied by soft background


    music that changed intermittently.


    Two exquisitely crafted chaise lounges were ced before the screen. Each could amodate an


    individual sitting or reclining, cushioned with a snowy white sable. The floor was covered with a plush


    velvet carpet of a simr hue, creating an atmosphere of opulence andfort.


    Sitting in the chaise lounges were two equally enchanting women, each radiating their unique charm.


    A delicate, slender hand held a brown teapot, gently pouring steaming tea into hand-painted porcin


    cups.


    The fragrance of the tea wafted through the air, creating a lingering sense of tranquility.


    On the left, the woman pouring the tea was Avery. She wore a simple white dress today, exuding a


    gentle and graceful aura. Her soft and lustrous ck hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a


    small oval face that was both exquisite and rosy. Her jet-ck, radiant eyes resembled pearls


    glistening and akin to morning dew on flower petals. Every movement she made was graceful and


    captivating.


    Seated on the right was a woman of tall stature, exuding a cool and distant air. She wore a thin


    emerald scarf around her snow-white neck, her face adorned with light makeup, and her long hair was


    gathered into a neat high ponytail. Her poised legs were tucked beneath her, and her posture rivaled


    that of a professional model—she was a true ice queen.


    Avery gazed at the woman before her, her expression pleasantly surprised yet warm. “Beatrix, with


    your busy schedule, how did you find time to visit me?”


    The ice queen before her was none other than Beatrix Langley, a friend from Avery''s days at the


    University of Ustrana. Beatrix was a fellow student in the architecture department and shared Avery''s


    passion for architectural design. Their shared interests had led to a deep and cherished friendship.


    During their university years, Beatrix had been quite the sensation. Not only did her aloof and stunning


    appearance captivate many, but her academic achievements were also exceptional. She had collected


    numerous awards and had already made a name for herself in the field of architecture at a young age.


    Unlike Avery''s modest background, Beatrix came from affluence. However, she never let her talent or


    her wealth get to her head, nor did she judge others by their social status. She valued friendships


    based on character and talent, making her quite popr.


    Unfortunately, after Avery returned to her own country, her contact with Beatrix diminished due to work


    commitments. They asionally exchanged messages on WhatsApp to share updates on their lives.


    Avery knew that Beatrix was now employed at one of the world''s top ten renowned architectural


    conglomerates, holding a position as vice CEO. She was still a prominent figure in her field.


    Beatrix took a sip of the fragrant tea and smiled lightly, creating an atmosphere of ease and


    contentment. “It''s been a while since I returned to the country. Passing through Ackleton today, I heard


    you''re here, so I thought I''d stop by. How have you beentely?”


    Avery picked up her teacup. “I''ve been doing well. I got married two years ago and now have three


    children—two sons and a daughter. The older two are almost eight years old, and the younger son is


    two and a half.”


    Avery had previously shared her story with Beatrix about herself and Cayden, so the news of her


    having two eight-year-old children wasn''t surprising to Beatrix.


    Beatrix set down her teacup, her cold gaze flickering with a tinge of envy. “Time flies. Before we know


    it, you have three children, while I remain a perpetual single. Avery, has your husband returned? Are


    you still serving as the acting president at Trident Group?”


    Avery shook her head. “No, my grandfather fell ill recently and needs someone to take care of him. I''m


    currently looking after my grandfather and the kids at home. Once my grandfather recovers and my


    younger son grows a bit older, I''ll return to work.”


    Beatrix paused for a moment, expressing a hint of regret. “Avery, with your talents, it''s a shame to see


    you being a stay-at-home mom. Have you ever thought about starting your ownpany after


    returning to work?”


    Start my ownpany?


    Avery couldn''t help but fall into deep contemtion...