Chapter 1722
"I don't need anything in return from you. But this sausage? I'm not eating it!" Matthew said.
Marion took a step back. "I already gave it to you. You can't give it back."
Matthew tossed the sausage at him. "I don't eat sausages!"
Marion instinctively caught it. Seeing how irritated Matthew was, he hesitated before saying, "Alright, how about this? I can take you to my place to see the book. But just to see it! Don't even think about taking it!"
Matthew's frown finally eased. "Now we're talking. Let's go. No point standing here."
30 minutes later, the three of them stopped in front of a door.
Marion pointed at the number 802. "This is my place."
Matthew nodded, waiting for him to unlock the door.
Marion added, "Just a heads-up. My wife... how do I put it... she's pretty blunt when she talks. You know, sometimes when people are too direct, they can be kind of hurtful. So I'm just preparing you in advance. Don't take it personally."
Tommy grinned. "Blunt is good. I like dealing

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