Chapter: 737

A young, somewhat impatient voice greeted her, clearly a teenager's.

"How old is the surveillance footage on this USB drive?"

It was B7.

“Several years old," Bethany responded, glancing around to ensure privacy. “Is it difficult to restore?"

She worried that the task might be beyond even B7's capabilities.

"Of course. Why didn't you mention this sooner?" B7's tone was gruff, tinged with his usual morning irritability. "Have you arranged the payment?"

Caught off guard by the sudden inquiry about money, Bethany hesitated before replying, "I'm working on it. Could you start the restoration in advance?"

"No, it's a real hassle!"

Then why did he call her?

Bethany was puzzled.

"If you can't do it, then don't bother. It won't hurt you to be my girlfriend for a week."

He didn't entertain just any woman. It was a privilege he offered her.

Seeing her genuinely striving to gather the funds, B7 felt embarrassed. He had assumed that under normal circumstances, any woman would jump at such an offer, especially if they were affluent.

Why did Bethany prefer to raise money?

“I can manage it," Bethany said solemnly.

She had done the math. After liquidating her investments, real estate, and other assets, she was just short of the required amount. She could cover the remainder by taking out a loan or opening a few credit cards.

"Whatever." With that, B7 ended the call.

Staring at the now silent phone, Bethany could almost see B7's expression on the other end: a frown, his face marked by a reluctance to interact.

Her only image of B7 was that of a rebellious, arrogant young man with pale skin.

"Bethany?"

Upon returning, Samira found Bethany waiting at the door.

Bethany looked up and offered a smile. “Dr. Shaw, you're back."

"Come in, let's talk." With her hands in the pockets of her white coat, Samira looked especially youthful with her hair in a high ponytail today. "What's the issue?"

"It's about Jonathan. He was wondering when he could take a shower."