What Henry said caused Martin’s face to turn a dark reddish purple.
He was embarrassed, angry, and ashamed. Those intertwining emotions caused his eyes to become bloodshot as he so badly wanted to swallow Henry whole.
“Good! Very good!”
Martin turned shame into anger. He pointed at Jasper and Henry as he yelled and stomped his feet, “No one dares to talk to me that way in Southeast Province! You’re looking down on the Montys, huh? Alright! Just you wait!”
After he said that, Martin took out his phone.
When Jasper saw Martin calling for backup, Jasper said insipidly, “Are you calling your elders?”
Martin chuckled coldly and said, “Are you scared? If you kneel, beg for mercy, kowtow three times, and then crawl out of here, I might consider forgiving you.”
“I mean it’s useless even if you call those irrelevant people. Why don’t I help you call them instead?” As Jasper said that, he dialed a number.
When Martin saw Jasper making the call, he was immediately bewildered.
He did not know who Jasper was calling.
He merely saw Jasper talking to the person on the phone before tossing the phone over to him.
Martin put the phone to his ear suspiciously.
Then, he heard a familiar yet foreign voice.
He was familiar with it because he would have the chance to meet the owner of this voice whenever he went to the family gathering at the end of the year. Every time, the owner of the voice would be in the center of attention, and everyone would flatter and fawn over him.
It was also foreign because Martin only had one or two chances to hear his voice a year, and it was always in a public setting. Unfortunately, he was still unqualified to speak with Conrad in a private setting yet.
“You’re Martin, right? I don’t remember you.”
The first thing Conrad said on the phone shook Martin’s heart.
He did not expect Jasper to get through to Conrad with just a phone call.
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