"Young master, the flight is in an hour."
At the laboratory door, Eddison said respectfully.
William Moore handed him the suitcase, "Okay. Let's go."
Eddison carried the suitcase, watching the man's back, and remembered that this person hadn't slept for a day and a night. He couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.
But he still swallowed the words of advice.
He knew that whatever he said would be useless.
When it comes to Iris Harris, William Moore would always throw caution to the wind, never considering himself.
*
Iris Harris had a particularly sound sleep.
She didn't know when William Moore would arrive, so she waited at home for his call.
She had breakfast and sat on the sofa looking at her phone.
Nathan Nelson came out of the dining room and checked the time; it was already eight o'clock.
"Sis, aren't you going to the office today?"
"Nope. A friend is coming over."
Nathan scrutinized her rare smile and teased, "Oh? A boyfriend?"
