Chapter 62


    When Brandon got back to the hotel, he tried ringing up Martin to check if he’d shipped off the hair


    samples.


    He didn’t need to confirm if Marian and Martin were rted, but he was curious to see what would


    come up between Sophia and Martin.


    Dialing the number, he got the message. “Sorry, the person you are calling has switched off their


    phone. Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off.”


    Brandon remembered that Martin wasn’t one to turn off his phone.


    Given his unique job and hectic schedule, even when he was resting at night or in meetings, he would


    at most have his phone on silent. If he was off the grid now, chances were he was already on a flight.


    Maybe even aboard the earliest one, likely almost touching down in Wye City by now.


    ncing at his phone which had gone back to the lock screen, Brandon tapped it against his palm, lost


    in thought.


    When it came to Ynda’s whereabouts, he knew there was no stopping Martin froming.


    The one thing he was thankful for was that he hadn’t yet passed Marian’s personal info to Martin.


    He didn’t want Martin getting a DNA test with Marian before the results from Sophia’s test came in.


    Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance Marian was Ynda, he wouldn’t gamble on


    those odds.


    But Marian was staying at the Starlight Hotel, and if Martin showed up, he’d likely book a room there


    too. Despite the hotel’s size, judging by the odds of his and Sophia’s random encounter with Marian, it


    wasn’t impossible for Martin to bump into her.


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    Thest thing Brandon wanted was for them to meet face-to-face just yet.


    After pondering for a bit, he decided to call Don. “Martin’s heading to Wye City, should bending in


    about half an hour. If you’re free, could you pick him up?”


    “Huh?” Don was in the middle of something and stood up in surprise. “Martin’sing to Wye City?


    But why? He’s a busy man with no business here, what’s he doinging over?”


    “Probably got something on his te,” Brandon said vaguely. “If it’s not too much trouble, could you


    pick him up?”


    “Sure thing,” Don agreed without a second thought, “I’m not tied up with anything else.”


    “Great, I’ll catch up with you guyster,” Brandon said, about to hang up, but then he remembered the


    time at the bar when he asked Marian for her WhatsApp and inquired, “Hey, did you manage to get in


    touch with Marian?”


    Don raised an eyebrow in surprise. “How’d you know her name was Marian? Did some digging on your


    own?”


    “Nope,” Brandon responded coolly, “What’s the situation with you two?”


    Taking it as concern about a too-close rtionship with Ynda, Don quickly rified. “What situation,


    could there be? Tried adding her on WhatsApp a few times with no luck. I was hoping to get her


    contact for you, so you wouldn’t miss out.”


    “I don’t need it, but thanks,” Brandon declined tly, “And you might want to stop bugging her.”


    Don frowned. “You’re not looking for Ynda anymore?”


    “She’s not Ynda.”


    “Are you so sure?” Don was confused by Brandon’s certainty, “But that bracelet.”


    “Just drop it. If I say she’s not, then she’s not. Don’t mention it to Martin, wouldn’t want to get his hopes


    up,” Brandon instructed, “Just pick him up and bring him to your ce, I’lle by once I’m done


    here.”


    “Alright, no problem.”


    Don hung up, got ready, and headed out.


    He lived close to the airport, just a short drive away. He timed it perfectly, arriving at the arrivals hall as


    Martin’s flightnded. Amidst the bustling crowd, Don spotted Martin, sunsses on, tall and sharp,


    standing out with his cool demeanor. Don recognized him immediately and waved. “Martin, over here!”


    Martin looked his way.


    Don noticed a slight frovin between Martin’s brows, as if he wasn’t too pleased to see him.


    “What’s with the look?” Donined on the spot. “I came all this way to wee you, and is that


    the thanks I get?”


    Taking off his sunsses, Martin approached. “Did Brandon send you?”


    “Who else?” Don slung an arm over his shoulder, “Come on, man, we grew up together. Youe to


    Wye City and only tell him, not me What, am I not your friend?”


    “Whatever you say,” Martin shrugged off his arm, looking at him, “Where’s Brandon?”


    “He’s tied up, said he’de byter for a drink.”


    As he spoke, Don grabbed Martin’s luggage. “Let’s go, my ce first.”


    Martin stopped him. “No need, I’m heading to Brandon’s, got something to discuss.”


    “Can’t it wait for a phone call? Brandon will be overter anyway, no rush,” Don insisted, taking the


    luggage, patting Martin’s shoulder,


    “Come on.”


    Martin gave him a look, getting the gist of why Brandon had sent Don.


    Don was a champ at wearing people down, hospitable and loyal to a fault. With Martin finally on his


    turf, he’d be sure to y the perfect host, not letting him off easy.


    Martin didn’t want to argue, simply nodding. “Alright, let’s go.”


    Don wheeled the suitcase to the underground parking, lifting it into the trunk thoughtfully, and as he did,


    he turned to remind Martin, “You don’te by often, so let loose a bit. Don’t hold back. I’ll make sure


    you have a st.”


    Before he could finish, Martin hailed a cab.


    The taxi screeched to a halt in front of Martin.


    Sliding into the taxi, Martin cut to the chase. “Don, got something to do, need to step out. I’ll catch up


    with youter, thanks for handling my luggage.”


    “Yo, seriously, what’s the big deal? Can’t I give you a lift wherever you’re headed? What are you even


    up to?”


    Don hadn’t even finished his yapping when Martin had already hopped into the car, waving at him


    through the window. The taxi zipped away with a vroom, leaving a faint trail of exhaust smoke in its


    wake.


    Don was speechless.