Chapter 513

“Scarlett, you should go to work now.” Matthew Saxon slowly came to a halt.

Without realizing it, the two had already reached the entrance of Saint Mercy Hospital.

Matthew clearly didn’t intend to reveal anything further to her. He looked down pretending to check the time, then pointed at his wristwatch and said with a smile, “You only have five minutes left. If you don’t hurry, you’ll be late p>

What, only five minutes until work?

Scarlett’s curiosity was immediately thrown aside, and her expression changed, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier p>

Matthew shrugged innocently, “I thought you knew the time p>

Scarlett wanted to complain a couple more times, but she saw Matthew touch his expensive handmade wristwatch again, the price of which couldn’t be matched even if she sold ten of her own, and leisurely remarked, “Four minutes left p>

As soon as he finished speaking, Scarlett turned around and bolted off.

Like a gust of wind, her petite and slender figure vanished from his sight in the blink of an eye.

Matthew watched as her figure turned into a tiny white dot, curved his lips, and turned around to retrace his steps.

In the tea restaurant, the boss was tidying up the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Hearing slight footsteps behind him, the boss casually threw the greasy rag onto the table, wiped his greasy hands on the apron he was wearing, and slowly turned around.

“That was quick.” The boss raised his eyebrows, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, squinted his eyes, took a puff, and blew out a circle of white smoke.

The morning customers had all left, and two young waiters were clearing the leftover food on other tables.

The boss took another deep puff, consuming half the cigarette in one go, smoke swirling around, his eyes squinting to a slit.

Matthew Saxon slowly walked up to him.

He furrowed his brows and said lightly, “Do you have any news p>

The boss chuckled and turned to walk inside the shop, “There’s a bit of news, every time you ask me for something, haven’t I always handled it diligently for you p>

Matthew’s eyes moved slightly, the corners of his lips curled into a smile as he followed behind.

The two went up to a small attic.

It was a very small attic, with the ceiling quite low so Matthew had to bend down to enter.

Inside the attic, there was only a bed, a table and chair, and a few very simple bookshelves with sparse books on them, mostly suspense and crime novels.

As if he had been to this attic many times, Matthew sat down on his own without waiting for the boss to invite him.

The boss threw the smoke with gleaming ashes from his fingers to the ground, stamped it out, then slowly walked to the simple bookshelves and took out a black-covered book.

He flipped through two pages, then took out a piece of paper clipped inside, “Take a look, all the information I could gather is on there, nothing more p>

“With you handling things, I have nothing to worry about.” Matthew smiled as he took the paper from the boss.

He unfolded it unhurriedly.

The boss sat down across from him, pulled out another cigarette and lit it, his face covered in stubble looked weary and forlorn in the white smoke, as if he had experienced a lifetime of joys and sorrows, separations and reunions.

His voice dark and hoarse from years of smoke inhalation, he lowered it and said, “You really guessed right, your half-brother has a big problem p>