Chapter 155 A Meeting Of Fate

• Mr. Davenport sat in his office, the phone in his hand. His fingers tapped nervously against the desk as he thought about what he needed to say. He couldn’t shake the guilt in his chest. His daughter, Lina, was in deep trouble, and he needed help to clean up the mess she had made.
• Taking a deep breath, he dialed Mr. Wolfe’s number. The line rang for a few seconds before Wolfe’s deep voice answered.
• “This is Wolfe,” the voice said, firm and commanding.