When His Eyes Opened novel by Simple Silence
Chapter 277

Chapter 277 "Since you are my stepmother, I will give you a day," Avery said coldly and stepped out of the café. Back at the event hall, both Elliot and Wesley were looking rather drunk after only having a few glasses to drink "Mr. Brook, I heard that Professor Hough had a secret student," asked Elliot casually as he poured Wesley another glass.

Wesley looked at him and flushed. "Where did you hear that, Mr. Foster?"

Elliot lifted his glass and touched Wesley's. "You only need to tell me yes or no, Mr. Brook."

Wesley took a sip and responded in a troubled tone. "I'm sorry, but I cannot disclose any personal information regarding Professor Hough."

"Professor Hough has passed away. Besides, it's not like it's something to be ashamed of."

"What if that person doesn't wish to be found?"

Elliot beamed and said, "So, Professor Hough did have a secret student."

The person Wesley was referring to had to be the mysterious student.

Wesley picked up his glass and took another sip.

"Mr, Brook, you are that secret student of Professor Hough, aren't you?" Elliot finally revealed his theory.

Wesley immediately spat out the wine in his mouth, and Elliot passed him the tissue box.

"Thank you." Wesley wiped his mouth with the tissue, before explaining with a blush on his face, "Mr. Foster, I was just Professor Hough's assistant. I studied medicine as well, but I am nowhere near worthy of being his student. That's the whole reason why I was his assistant to begin with."

"Really?" Elliot looked into his eyes as he tried to determine whether Wesley was telling the truth.

"Of course! Oh, right, haven't you already found Zoe?" Wesley changed the subject and said," She is brilliant.”

"That, she is, but I want more options," Elliot said in a low voice, "I heard that Professor Hough's secret student is a middle aged man, and I've sent people to replace him. It's been two months since then, and I haven't even found a clue."

That was the reason why Elliot had decided to talk to Wesley.

Wesley was not sure if he wanted to cry or laugh. "So I'm a middle aged man to you, Mr. Foster?"

"I'm sorry, but I am at my wit's end."

Wesley felt slightly impulsive after drinking and said, "Your information is wrong. Even if Professor Hough had a secret student, it wouldn't be a middle aged man."

"Oh? So it's a woman?"

Wesley pursed his lips but did not respond.

"Mr. Brook, can you just give me some information?" Elliot continued, "Name your price, I am willing to pay any amount for it."

Feeling overwhelmed, Wesley was left with no options but to lay his head on the table in an effort to appear drunk.

When Avery walked into the hall and saw Wesley on the table, she was furious.

"That b*st*rd Elliot! How dare he get my friend drunk?"

She strode toward Elliot, and he turned abruptly to look at her when he sensed her approach.

"What is the meaning of this, Elliot Foster?!" She glared at him.

Flushed, his eagle eyes appeared innocent for a moment. He picked up the bottle on the table and showed it to her. The two of them had only drunk half the bottle, and he suspected that Wesley was only pretending to be drunk.

"Wesley can't drink!" Avery set the bottle back onto the table with a frown and went to help Wesley up

Elliot scowled when he saw her reaching for Wesley, and he pulled her back.

Unprepared, she fell into his arms,

"Avery, I-"He swallowed heavily as he studied her familiar face intently and muttered in a hoarse voice, "I think I'm drunk."