NovelEnglishSebastian was naturally a bit puzzled, "Didn't you say that you hate doing this kind of intelligence and evidence gathering work?"
Before Max said can be disgusting, said to collect intelligence and evidence time-consuming and laborious, a handful of hair fall,
affecting his handsappearance and excellent hair volume.
Now, why did you change your mind?
Max smiled sarcastically, "There are always times when people change, besides, Jay is my best brother, not someone else, | first
find out, when the tcan also be a little accountable to him."
After a pause and added, "And | thought carefully, Capital this place | am more familiar than you, the network of contacts is also
wider than you, to investigate this kind of thing can be easier."
Sebastian hmmmed, "Good, that's hard work."
"There's nothing to work hard for." Max said, hanging up the phone.
He dropped his hands and let the phone cout of his hands, but was too tired to bend down to pick it up.
The handsface is full of confusion.
Finally the bartender cforward, helped pick up the phone and returned it to Max.
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"Thanks." Max nodded and squeezed a smile toward the bartender.
The bartender also had a pleasing smile on his face, "You're welcMr. Pearson, there's a freshly arrived Remy Martin tonight,
would you like a bottle?"
The bartender really didn't want to miss such a good opportunity to sell the drinks.
And Max agreed readily, "Sure."
With that, he went to pull his wallet out of his pocket and then took his bank card to the bartender.
The bartender joyfully reached for it and was dumbfounded when he saw it, "Mr. Pearson, you're giving a membership card to the
restaurant.”
"Yeah?" Max took it back and re-gifted the bartender with another one.
The bartender continued to gawk, "It's a tcard for the gym."
Gave four or five in a row, what card was given, just did not give the bartender bank card.
In the end, the bartender himself pulled out the hot gold black card from the card pack and was all smiles, "Mr. Pearson wait a
moment, I'll go and open the wine for you now."
But when the bartender returned with the wine and the black card, Max was long gone.
Leaving him to look around and look around, the whole man was dumbfounded.
Max's mind was in turmoil as he sped down the road.
He didn't know how long he had been driving, but he cback to his senses and realized that he had arrived at the Pearson
Family's mansion.
The security guard at the door saw it was his car and immediately trotted over to greet it.
"Mr. Pearson, you're back, do you needto park your car?"
Max nodded his head and tossed the car keys to the security guard.
With his current mental state, I'm afraid he could have rammed all the cars in the garage.
It is better not to invite these troubles.
Max lifted his feet and walked into the mansion.
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He went straight to the other house where Ayra lived.
And Ayra, having heard from the security guard first, cdownstairs about his return.
"Why aren't you staying over at Bonnie's and lost in thought?" Ayra gently inquired, "Did something happen?"
When it comes to Max, Ayra can be described as a very competent mother.
The gentleness is incomparable and gives the feeling of being surrounded by the April spring breeze.
Max slowly raised his head and looked at Ayra in front of him, his voice was hoarse, "Mom, if | ask you svery private questions,
will you tellthe truth?"
Ayra furrowed her willow brows slightly, "How private is the question? | would answer you if | could."
"You and my father, why don't you get along?" Max asked, speaking up.
The moment she opened her mouth, Ayra didn't expect such a heavyweight question, and opened her mouth, not knowing how to
respond.
Max didn't wait for an answer and continued to ask, "Because he's out there with another woman, isn't he?"
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