Chapter 84

His phone rang and he jolted himself towards the shelf by the bed and grabbed it. Swiping to the right, he quickly placed the phone on his ear. "How did I go?" He asked and hastily pulled the phone away from his ear, put the call on the loudspeaker, and held it towards Martha.

"The chemical composition of the two samples slightly varies in molecular mass," a familiar husky male voice spoke out of the phone.

"Bryan, speak English," John said as he rolled his eyes and tilted his head.

"Right… they are basically the same."

"You couldn't just say that?" John scoffed. "You know I will understand you but you always speak gibberish. You enjoy making me ask you to translate…" he blurted and cut the call, then looked at Martha and simpered. "He is such a jerk, but we need him so…"

"Do you know how many times I have told Bryan you are a jerk that I can't but work with?" Martha whined, lolling her head as she twisted her face. "You don't want to know… who knew you were hiding a slit-slammer in t