Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 810

"Perhaps she got lost?"

Kane was clearly making up the excuse.

Luther frowned, "Okay, I get it."

"Are you going to go?" Kane asked. He would need an affirmative answer from Luther before he could rest assured.

"Hmm."

Luther answered and then hung up.

Then he got up, put on a navy-blue trench coat, grabbed his car key, and walked out of the room in stride.

From last night's meeting, he could see that Kane liked Joyce, and despite the age difference, the affection was unmistakable. So, there must be something wrong with this phone call.

One thing was for sure.

Kane must be looking out for her and would never harm her.

Could it be that something happened to her? On the plot?

Thinking about it, his heartbeat was disturbed and he quickened his pace.

Earlier, Joyce took a taxi to the plot. The foundations had just been laid, surrounded by colorful steel tiles, and a temporary shed was built inside for the workers.

In addition, there was a temporary building with an all-glass structure.

This temporary building was used for the sales staff to receive guests, introduce projects, conduct some simple negotiations, and provide temporary resting places for the bosses of various manufacturers when they came to the plot.

An electric car for land tours was parked at the entrance.

Because it was a little late, the staff inside the temporary building had already left, leaving only one salesperson on duty.

Otis hadn't arrived yet, and Joyce walked to the front of the temporary building.

Joyce didn't take it, "Thank you, no need. The person I'm waiting for is already here."

Not far away, a dark green military Hummer was driving over. Joyce remembered the thickened bulletproof glass and the thick special widened tires. Joyce had seen this kind of car, and Charlotte had ridden in it before. These cars were for the exclusive use of the warlord family.

She recognized at once that it must be Otis.

"Boom, boom, boom", The Hummer stopped in front of her.

With the near-black anti-blast tint on both side windows, Joyce glanced inside through the window directly in front of her.

It was not Otis himself driving, but a lieutenant, just like Ricky. He looked around twenty-five, strong and tall, with thick eyebrows.

The lieutenant, Eugene, after parking the car, got out and opened the door for Ricky respectfully, "Mr. Robertson, please."

Otis stepped down from the car. He was wearing a navy blue trench coat outside his military uniform and he looked even more gloomy than ever.