Chapter 374

"Mr. Beach, can we talk about something real quick?" Patrick shot Beckett an uneasy glance. "Go ahead," Beckett replied politely. "Please don't be so formal, I can't take it. Just call me by my name, or I won't be able to sleep tonight," Patrick said, visibly nervous. "Alright, Patrick. Just say what's on your mind," Beckett tapped his fingers on the desk. Patrick cleared his throat. This high-powered returning expat looked like a total pushover in front of Beckett. "Can I stop pretending to be the landlord? Your ex-wife has hit me up three times this month already. First it was a clogged toilet, then a blocked drain. Now? Her fridge's broken. She even offered to pay for a new one." Beckett let out a small cough. Patrick went on. "Look, sure the apartment's not luxury, but it's still decent. Why does the plumbing go down every other day?" "Uh…the sink… I used to toss food scraps in it at home. Guess I forgot that place doesn't have a garbage disposal," Beckett mumbled. "Seriously? Your