Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 867

"President, I just sent the samples over this afternoon. I have told them that we are in a hurry, and they said we can get the results in three days." Casey froze when he heard Luther, ‘the president was in too much of a hurry.’

"Three days!" Luther felt like he was going crazy. Not to mention three days, even three minutes felt too long to him.

"Yes, President."

"Use all your connections, and I must know the results by tomorrow evening." The long wait was killing him.

"President, I've already used our connections. Now they are all using the latest analysis methods, and it does take three days, but the accuracy rate can be much higher. Please be a little bit more patient, President, and I will ask them to hurry up. I will inform you as soon as there is a result."

Casey said helplessly.

"Got it."

Luther hung up the phone, his mind in an even worse turmoil.

He took a box of cigarettes out of his suit pocket and held one between his index and middle fingers.

In fact, he usually did not smoke much, and he smoked only when he was really annoyed and upset.

He held the cigarette between his two fingers, but never lit it.

He took a deep breath, and then another deep breath, but he could not calm his annoyed heart.

At this time, the door to the fire escape was suddenly pushed open vigorously, and the person who hurriedly ran out was Charlotte.

Charlotte wanted to go back to the lounge to change, but did not want to walk across all the crowd. She had been wretched enough today because of Zora and she could not bear to walk upstairs in front of the crowd, so she chose to take the fire escape instead.

However, she did not expect that she would run into Luther when she pushed open the fire door.

In front of her, Luther's long body leaned against the carved iron railing, and his crossed long legs made him look even more slender.

Behind him was the darkness of the night and the neon lights that flashed just like stars in the distance, as if they had become the background that set off his cold handsomeness.

A few rays of light from the neon lights flashing outside the walls shone on his stunningly handsome face.

The light was flashing. He seemed to be immersed in melancholy, holding a thin cigarette between his two fingers, and his posture was elegant and casual.