?<strong>Chapter 207:</strong>


    Godwin reinforced the point. “You’ve got to tread carefully, Asher. You’re a top celebrity. Every move you make is magnified. Think this through before acting rashly.”


    Asher slumped onto the sofa, his frustration palpable. “What’s the point of all this fame? I can’t even protect the people I care about?”


    “This isn’t the time for regrets,” Beverly said softly. “If only we knew someone influential in both legal and underground circles in Orkset, it would make this so much easier.”


    Godwin stroked his chin thoughtfully. “If Mr. Rodgers were here, the Rodgers family’s influence in Orkset could have solved this quickly.”


    Someone added, “Ruby’s family is wealthy. Maybe she can handle it.”


    But Godwin shook his head. “Ruby’s family is new money, and their strength lies in financial resources, not deep connections. If Carrie’s really been kidnapped, throwing money at the problem won’t be enough.”


    Asher clenched his fists, punching the sofa in frustration. For the first time, he regretted not building stronger ties with the powerful elite. He’d always prided himself on relying solely on his own merit, refusing to bow to wealth or influence.


    Seeing his anguish, Beverly’s mind raced. Suddenly, an idea struck her—a name, a person who could help. Someone with unparalleled power, influence, and connections.


    “I just thought of someone!” Beverly eximed.


    “Who?” Godwin asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked at Beverly skeptically, recalling her humble background. How could someone like her know anyone influential?


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    Beverly bit her lip. “I can’t say. It’s one of Carrie’s friends.”


    Asher’s face lit up with recognition. “Her best friend? I’ve seen her twice. She’s the little princess of the Nixon family, isn’t she?”


    “The Nixon family?” Godwin’s skepticism wavered. “You mean the same Nixon family you once endorsed?”


    Asher nodded. “Yes. I think so. I saw her photo on Mr. Nixon’s phone once—his wallpaper. She’s been studying abroad.”


    “If it’s the Nixon family, this could work,” Godwin said with relief. “You should go quickly, Beverly.”


    Beverly hesitated for a moment, then nodded and rushed out.


    Norris Group


    Beverly stepped out of the taxi and stood at the entrance of the towering Norris Group building. The sleek facade loomed over her, exuding power and wealth.


    Her confidence wavered. She thought to herself, “What if Kristopher doesn’t help? What if he doesn’t believe me or thinks I’m lying?”


    She had never interacted with someone of his stature. Now, she was about to barge into his world, begging for assistance.


    Her mind felt like a tug-of-war, filled with uncertainty. But the memory of Carrie’s kindness and Asher’s defeated expression shed through her mind, strengthening her resolve.


    Gritting her teeth, she pushed open the ss doors and stepped inside.


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