Elliot had lost a lot of weight, and his originally well-defined facial features appeared more profound and elegant.

What was he doing here? Was he the mysterious guest?

Lucy left after finishing the task.

Watching Lucy leave, Avery realized that the mysterious guest was indeed Elliot.

Was he not bedridden?

Was he feeling better already?

Avery stood still, not saying a word or approaching him.

"Mr. Foster, is this lady the person you're looking for?" The person in charge asked Elliot.

Elliot nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," said the person in charge in a pleasing tone.

Elliot walked toward Avery, looking at her with indifferent eyes, and said, "Let's talk."

"Talk? What's there to talk about?" Avery lowered her gaze, her tone was cold.

Elliot was not in a hurry or annoyed. Instead, he took her arm with his big hand and pulled her away. There were many people backstage, and it was uncertain how they would talk about them.

Leaving backstage, Elliot led her through