Chapter 549 Wrong Verdict

At the rooftop of a five-star hotel near Financial Street in Seagan City, Martin stood in front of the french window. He looked down on the whole city’s night scenery and simply put out his cigarette. He breathed out the last puff of cigarette smoke, and his profound, deep gaze slowly turned dark. Then he moved to the side and turned around somewhat forcefully. When he went to the bar and got himself a glass of wine, he subconsciously looked at a leather sofa that was located at the center of the suite’s living room. In the middle of the sofa were two white paper bags. There were pricey, branded suits in them. The chosen size was also accurate, and they fitted his figure. It was about ten minutes ago when his assistant knocked on the door and delivered them to him. He explained that Mister Owens had purposely ordered him to prepare them. Mister Owens wanted to compensate for the outfit that Martin had lost while he saved his wife. Martin smiled faintly and slowly looked away. H