Avery stood in front of the French window while he held his phone to his ear. "I just saw Shane drive away. Have you guys gotten into an argument?"
"I want to ask you for a favour."
"Oh?" Avery raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Does it have anything to do with Shane?"
"I want to see Christopher."
Avery was stunned. He stiffened and replied, "No way, don't be silly! Why do you want to see Christopher? You’ve just had a lover’s quarrel with Shane, haven’t you? What would you…” Avery shook his head fervently as he did not know what else to say.
"Don’t worry. He won't lay a hand on me. Just help me sneak an email to him, alright? Tell him that I’ll be waiting for him at his mother’s temple at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.”
"That’s... "
"Listen, his mother will be there. He won't do anything to me in front of his mother. Don't worry."
Avery sighed and said, "Why must you see him? Don’t you think you should ask Rick or Peter for their opinions first before you do this?”