It Was You

Chapter 891 Just Make Do With It

Others might not be able to find it out in their whole lives, but it would take some time for Martin to find it out. Fortunately, Cassandra had been used to Martin like this, so she did not show an inexperienced expression, but casually flipped through the shadow book.

"Hey, sweetheart, I find that I'm not in the mood to shoot recently? I always feel that I have a second job. How about I open a private detective club?" Cassandra had a whim. In fact, her mind had been on strike.

Hearing this, Martin raised his head and said, "I'll ask Carlos to arrange it tomorrow. How large-scale do you want?"

Hearing this, Cassandra almost spat out a mouthful of blood. She didn't expect that Martin would immediately do it for her.

When Cassandra was about to teach Martin how to behave with difficulty and simplicity, she suddenly thought of something. She raised her head in a hurry and stared at Martin, "Yes, you are right! The bigger the detective club is, the better. It's better to invite some famous old scholars or big shots in the political and legal circles!"

Martin immediately understood what Cassandra meant, "Do you want to use this as a bait to lure Hugh into the trap?"

"That's right!" Cassandra said firmly, "Hugh is too conceited. As long as we make a big scene, he will definitely take the bait, and he thought that he wouldn't be controlled by us. So even if he knows that the club is built by me, he won't be afraid. Instead, he will try every means to come in!"

Hugh looked gentle and learned, but in fact, he was very conceited. He knew that Cassandra and others deliberately led him into the trap, and he would definitely attend it. This was also a kind of acting personality.

Hugh was not reconciled to be looked down upon, and even forgotten to be blown in the cold wind in the corner, so he would definitely come.

Martin nodded slightly and immediately took out his mobile phone to call Carlos. He asked Carlos to run this detective club in a private manor in the suburbs and made a set of game rules in person. If anyone wanted to be a member of the club, he must pass the test of the club, otherwise, no one could be an exception to become a member.

"Isolated island? My sweetheart, isn't your first stage too cruel? Have you chosen the island? It is the real isolated island or the temporary studio?" After hearing the phone call from Martin to Carlos, Cassandra couldn't help asking.

"The real Island," said Martin without hesitation, "If it's a fake, Hugh won't be fooled. But if it's true, he must want to experience the crime himself, so he will be hooked."

Cassandra swallowed and thought, 'Well, Martin has an excellent criminal constitution!'

Cassandra scratched her head, "It's too generous, but what if Hugh isn't fooled? We will be in a dilemma then."

Martin shook his head, "He will show up. Don't worry."

Even so, Cassandra still felt that it was a little unreliable. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Cassandra didn't have time to think too much. She carefully discussed the specific details with Martin. As the sky gradually lit up, Cassandra stretched herself very restrained. After all, she still needed to pay attention to her image in front of her sweetheart.

"I'm going to sleep for a while. There's still a scene to finish in the afternoon. After I finish this part, I really want to have a good rest." The cobweb like blood line wrapped around her eyes. Cassandra was

a little tired and said, "How about I go to the show myself?"

Martin tapped her forehead and said, "All the details of the game are set by ourselves. If we take part in it later, won't we cheat?"

Cassandra smacked her lips and said, "That's right! Well, forget it. I'm going to bed. You should have a rest."

Martin wiped his face, put away his tiredness and said, "No, I have something to deal with. You go to rest first and don't worry about me."

With a distressed look on her face, Cassandra managed to hold back her sleepiness and comforted him for a while before she ran to bed with her head heavy.

When Arthur received the phone call from Martin, he was leaning against the seat in the driver's seat and falling asleep. The sudden ringtone woke him up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by depressed and cold mountains, which made him a little out of breath.

Arthur's heart throbbed violently. He took a few deep breaths and wiped off the cold sweat. Then he picked up the phone, put it beside his ear, pressed his temples with one hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can you be gentle next time? I'm almost scared to death by you."

Martin said, "Get off the car, walk 50 meters back and get in my car."

Arthur immediately straightened his seat and looked back through the rearview mirror. About 50 meters away, there was a black Maybach car.

Seeing this, Arthur thought that sure enough, the capitalist was Playboy.

Arthur, who had completely forgotten that he and his boyfriend were playboys, agreed and hung up the phone. He took a few deep breaths, rubbed his face with his hands, and then opened the door and got off the car.

As the night approached, Arthur lit a cigarette to refresh himself. It was only a few steps away, and he took a few deep puffs. When he arrived in front of the black Maybach, he stubbed out the spark from the cigarette butt and carefully put it back into the cigarette box.

Others found a rich second generation boyfriend who would live a rich life every day, but he was really more and more miserable. He almost couldn't even smoke. But he thought he just make do with it.

Arthur got into the car and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't wake up. Did I choke you because of the smell of cigarette?"

Martin sat in the back seat, with one hand on the door and his head tilted slightly. Seeing that Arthur got in the car, he withdrew his hand and opened his eyes slightly. With an elegant and noble look on his face, he said, "It doesn't matter."

If Arthur hadn't known that Martin liked women and had been married, Arthur would have thought that Martin was flirting with him.

Arthur shook his head, trying to stifle this absurd idea in the cradle. He asked, "Why do you come here specially? Don't tell me that you are here for thinking. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Arthur couldn't tell how he felt about Martin. He always looked noble and cold. Although he was very close to him, he always made people feel that there was a heavy and cold wall between them, which was insurmountable.

Of course, Martin didn't treat everyone like this, such as Cassandra.