The Maid’s Daughter Who Stopped a $250 Million Lie Before the Pen Fell

nodded.

“Then I think she should say yes.”

I laughed and cried at the same time.

Mr. Whitcomb looked at Ava.

“As for you, Miss Reed, I will not give you a reward.”

Ava’s face fell a little.

He smiled.

“I will give you a responsibility.”

She straightened.

“This library needs a truth finder,” he said. “Someone who asks rude questions of old objects.”

Ava almost continue reading …