"Dad, were you looking for me?" Sebastian closed the door behind him after he entered the office.

Dean was sitting on the rotating leather chair. Looking at his son, he said, "Sebastian, you met with Avery already. How was it?"

"It's just like old schoolmates meeting up. Nothing much, but I feel she still looks down on me just like before," Sebastian complained. "This woman is direct. She never gives face to others while talking, but I do quite like her character."

"Give me her contact. I want to let her have a look at your brother's illness," said Dean, revealing his reason for contacting his son.

The amusement in Sebastian's eyes was instantly gone. "Dad, didn't you say Aunt Angela would help treat him?"

"Your Aunt Angela has other things to be busy about. She can't cope with your brother's illness for now," Dean said. "Give me Avery's number. I'll get my assistant to contact her."

Dean was not discussing it with Sebastian. He was ordering his son.

Sebastian did not dare to