Chapter 58

Martin frowned, “What do we need this for?”

Brandon replied, “Just in case.”

“Alright. I’ll send it to you tomorrow.” Martin nodded agreeably.

Brandon said, “Thanks for the trouble.”

Martin chuckled, “Come on, there’s no ‘trouble’ between you and me.”

Glancing at his watch, he added, “Gotta cut this short, or it’ll be daylight here before we know it. You should hit the hay too.”

With that, he hung up the call.

As Martin put away his phone, the smile on his face also vanished.

He had known Brandon for years, and Brandon was always a man of decisive action. This indecisive side of Brandon was new to Martin.

His gut was telling him something fishy was going on.

After mulling it over for a moment, Martin stood up and made a call to his assistant, “Book me a flight to Wye City for tomorrow.” After hanging up, Brandon stayed put.

He stood by the window, gazing at the myriad lights outside.

as well as he did, he doubted that Martin would be swayed so easily. The more swiftly Martin agreed,

a message to Kent, asking how the childhood background check on Sophia

and it

task the night before. How could Kent have made any progress so quickly? His own schedule wasn’t even set until today.

message saying he’d have an update by noon, then hurried to get

from the

been by his side for years and knew what he was after. It wasn’t just Sophia’s childhood.

from Sophia’s hometown for a background check was unrealistic. The people who knew her best were her parents.

coffee beans, and a selection of appetizers, and made his

the Yearwood residence, only Sophia’s father Haley

scarcely daring to voice his own opinions. He probably figured a peaceful home trumped all, so he had grown. accustomed to taking it

bound by time; breakfast with a

Haley drinking with barely any

in the other, was absentmindedly nibbling on

with a smile as he entered the room, taking a quick Inok around, “Is the missus not

relatives, Haley replied, welcoming him in, “What brings you

right-hand men, with many dealings between their families being handled by Kent. Hence,

of you.

he were in his own home. He called out to Haley, “Come

the temple without a reason. Spit it out, Kent,

him, patting the fine bottle on the table, “Someone gifted Mr. Crawley some nice liquor, and he remembered how much you enjoy a good drink. Made a point to have me bring

“Please tell Mr. Crawley I’m grateful. Kind of

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