Chapter 385 The Fabergé Egg Was Back?

"What's that?" Evelyn asked, glancing at the box, square-shaped, wrapped neatly in brown kraft paper.

"Ian from Vertex Bank sent me a Fabergé egg," Victor said as he slowly stood up from his wheelchair. His injured foot still couldn't bear weight, but sitting too long made him sore.

Evelyn rushed to help him, settling him onto the sofa and propping up his leg on the ottoman.

"Open it," Victor said