The clock struck nine.

There were two more hours before the event ended.

Yet, Zachary had come all this way to take his wife home.

Mr. Jefferson smiled and said, “It’s nice that you dropped by, Mr. York. It’s my mother’s eightieth birthday. Can we have the honor of you joining us at the party?”

Without replying to Mr. Jefferson, Zachary uttered in a low voice, “Jim.”

Jim stepped forward with a gift in his hands.

Zachary said, “I’m sorry to bother you. This is a little gift for the bi