Chapter 122 A Different Martin

“Yes, I still have some matters to deal with, so I’ll go back later.” She hazarded a guess: his “later” would be after in the small hours. But she was no one to him, and it was not appropriate for her to voice any words of concern. She remained silent for a few seconds before she went through the motions of civilities with him, saying, “Then, you should head home earlier. I’ll hang up now.” “...Okay.” The man hummed lightly, but there was reluctance in his voice, as if he had more to say to her response. After Jade hung up, she suddenly remembered her rental apartment. She had wanted to call him again and demand to know why he had Gilberto rent the apartment there, but when she thought about it, she knew that Zephaniah still needed to work, so she held back. ‘Fine. I’ll just ask next time.’ Jade returned to the private room and found the people dead drunk. They giggled and laughed, and even those who were not drunk were clearly getting there — their faces were red, and their heads wer