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 detec

he 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.