Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 136

After James hung up the phone, he intended to drive to the cafe. As soon as he got in the car, he remembered that his driver's license had been suspended by the traffic police.

He frowned and called the driver over.

"Sir, that's the fastest I can drive. If I go any faster, I'll have to lose my driving license!"

After ten minutes on the road, the driver didn't know how many times he’d been rushed.

James frowned faintly, raising his wrist again to look at his watch, his thin lips pursed tightly.

Fifteen minutes later, the car arrived in front of the cafe.

James got out of the car and walked towards the cafe. His steps were much faster than usual, the driver following behind him.

"You wait in the car." James stopped and said to the driver.

The driver went back to the car, puzzled in his mind.

In the past, he could follow whatever James talked about, so why did he stop him today instead?

Did James want to talk about something dark?

James entered the cafe and walked straight towards the middle-aged man in the corner wearing a baseball cap under the gaze of the waitress.

"Where's the stuff?" James asked as he walked up to the man.

Martin pointed to the seat opposite, "Don't be in such a hurry, James. Sit down and talk, as things are a bit complicated."

James minced his lips and sat down, facing behind him.

"You care a lot about this car accident?"

Martin smiled and gave him a file bag.

James took the file bag and was about to open it when the waitress came over. She looked at him with a smile and asked.

"Can I get you something to drink, sir?"

“A cappuccino with extra sugar!" Martin said.

The waiter said okay and then asked James, "How about you, sir? What would you like to drink?"

"A latte."

James stopped opening the file bag and added, "Please hurry up, thanks."

The waitress said yes and quickly came over with a cappuccino and latte, and put them on the table without leaving.

James's brow had been tinted with impatience and his previous unobtrusive, in front of this file containing the clues of the car accident was swept away, "What's wrong?"

"Sir, can......" The waitress, with a peachy face, gathered her courage and said.

"Can I have your Twitter?"

James didn't even hesitate for half a second, "No."

The waitress wanted to say something else, but James went ahead,

"We have important things to talk about, thanks."

"...... okay." The waitress left fondly.

Martin smashed his mouth. The waitress was pretty, but she just couldn’t read cues at all!

James pushed the latte aside before opening the file bag. He pulled out the contents.

"Why do you order coffee if you don't want to drink?" Martin took a sip of his cappuccino and squinted in happiness.

"If I don't order one, the waitress will keep coming over and interfering with our conversation."