Rebecca Quentin's breath became somewhat erratic, and she didn't dare to offend him easily, so she could only plead with him in an extremely low and humble tone, "Please call your mother about this matter, I know you're going to France tomorrow and must be busy, so why not help me resolve this today!"
"Sure!" Howard Geoffrey agreed readily.
Rebecca Quentin had always found Howard Geoffrey's thoughts hard to fathom. At this moment, she wasn't sure if he truly agreed until she saw him take out his phone.
Rebecca Quentin held her breath, watching him dial his mother's number.
The call quickly connected, and he pressed the speakerphone, indeed revealing the kind voice of Mrs. Geoffrey.
"Son…"
"Mom, what are you doing now?"
"I… I'm about to go to the restaurant for lunch."
"Mom, Rebecca Quentin called me. She said you brought Andrew to New York?!"
