Chapter 30: The Punch

The ride to his apartment in London was taking forever. Jules groans whilst kneading the flesh at the back of his neck. He couldn't remember the last time he had been jet-lagged because he often had enough rest before and during travelling. However, what was going on between him and Janice had made him stay up late. Made him regret ever questioning her. She had not to bother walking him to the door like she usually does whenever he was going on a business trip. It seemed as if she was glad and couldn't wait to get rid of him. "We are here sir." The chauffeur mumbled, breaking Jules out of his thoughts. The man, Jonathan, who looked like he was in his late fifties was the one that had always been his chauffeur ever since he arrived in London. He had stuck with him ever since. Jules liked that he was quite respectful and did everything in an orderly manner than other chauffeurs he had been with. "Thank you," Jules muttered, sliding out of the car. He strode towards the huge glass