Chapter 185 Moore’s Only Path Was Suicide

After speaking, Inch adjusted the bags in his hand. Obviously, carrying them for a long time had been somewhat strenuous. Seeing this, I did not prolong the conversation and nodded in agreement before parting ways with him. Back at the apartment, Sweety was still holding her phone with a silly smile on her face. Hearing some noise, she looked up at me and said, “What did you buy? Why did it take so long? I thought you decided to give up on me.” I put the things I bought into the kitchen and returned to the living room with a glass of water, telling her, “I ran into a friend on the way, and we chatted for a bit.” “A friend? Do I know them?” she asked curiously, looking up at me. “You don’t know him, but he also lives in your complex. I think in Building 65,” I casually replied as I headed back to the kitchen to start cooking. Sweety tilted her head, suddenly interested. “Building 65? What kind of friend is this that I don’t know? A rich heir?” I shook my head, putting the pot on