The parking lot of the farm estate was bustling due to Martin having to leave early, and Morgan Freeman accompanied him all the way to his car.
Martin shook hands with the old man, "It's been a fantastic party, if not for an urgent issue popping up, I would definitely stay for an even more wonderful evening."
Staying for poker tonight? That's just too much for a normal man to bear.
Martin couldn't stand the torture. He had attended the party, made his presence known, so why not head home to play poker with his little witch instead?
Morgan Freeman said with a smile, "As long as it's to your taste."
"You've still got friends to entertain, go back," Martin said. "I'm off."
Morgan Freeman waited until the Escalade left the farm before he breathed a sigh of relief and headed back.
There was nothing unusual about Martin, and those bastards from Lynch should not have messed around at his party.
