Chapter 292

A moment later, Saint emerged, a worn-out backpack slung over his shoulder, looking quite disheveled. He said nothing more than a simple: “Let's go."

Jonathan nodded in agreement: “Alright."

"Saint, don't you have anything to say to me?" Nevaeh implored, her gaze filled with unanswered questions.

"Nevaeh, I wish you happiness." "Nevaeh, don't hold him back! I bet these two are his theatrics to seem mysterious. Would he be in such a state if he had wealthy friends?" Quinn crossed her arms, looking as if she saw through everything.

Upon hearing his mother's words, Elmer thought there might be some truth. These men's respectable appearances shouldn't mislead him. Perhaps, it was all just an act.

With that thought, he urged "Come on, Saint, can you hurry up and stop dawdling!"

Saint didn't bother to argue. He gave Nevaeh one last look, then breezed past her out the do