Chapter 237: Royal Nightclub
Emmet Burch shouted, snatched the phone from Yusuf Zuck’s hand, and glanced at the caller ID before hanging up.
"Emmet, what’s the meaning of this? How can you speak to my friend like that?" Jerome Hart was so angry he felt like slapping Emmet; the guy had clearly lost it.
"It’s fine, it’s fine, I thought it was your phone. Our phones look the same, so I just answered it, sorry about that," Yusuf Zuck said with a wave of his hand and a smile.
"Jerome, you don’t need to drive me; I can walk by myself. Don’t worry, I’ve been to the capital more times than you have!" After grabbing her phone, Emmet turned to leave again. When she reached the roadside, a taxi happened to pass by, and she got in.
Jerome stood at the entrance, watching Emmet get into the car; he didn’t go after her.
"Smoke?" Yusuf Zuck approached Jerome, offering him a cigarette.
"Yeah." Jerome nodded, took the cigarette, and started smoking at the entrance with Yusuf.
"How many years have you two been together?" Yusuf asked.
"Seven years."
"The seven-year itch, huh!" Yusuf gave a bitter smile. "That seven-year itch is really something—many people break up after seven years of being in love or knowing each other—could seven years be a milestone or what?"