Luther frowned. He wanted to finish Joyce's party first and then deal with all this, "Been busy lately. No time."
"My grandfather …" Charlotte lowered her head, and pretended to be nervous and stammering, "My grandfather doesn't have much patience, and I'm afraid, I'm afraid he'll run straight to the group headquarters to look for you. When the time comes, it will cause you trouble or give you a bad influence."
Luther smiled coldly.
The Heath family seemed to be trying to force him?
"When does Rodney want to see me?" Luther asked, it seemed that it was better to solve the trouble on the Heath family side first.
"Grandpa said, said, tomorrow …"
Charlotte's head was getting lower and lower, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to do this either. I can't go against Grandpa's words."
Luther coldly looked at Charlotte. He just hated the cautious, coy look of Charlotte.
When he thought about how sunny and energetic and generous Joyce was, Charlotte was far worse. He had always disliked weak women like her. He preferred the wild type, which gave him the desire to tame.
His thoughts drifted away. His mind got back to the hot scene with Joyce in the office just now, and suddenly he felt the fire in his body was rekindled. In fact, he had already let her go, otherwise, how could he be satisfied with just one go.
He took a cold shower for half an hour to calm down completely.
Seeing Luther wandering off, Charlotte called out to him, "Luther, is tomorrow night okay?"
Luther snapped back to attention.
Only then did he realize that he was thinking about Joyce again, and now his heart and mind were filled with her, and he couldn't think of anything else.
Tomorrow night?
Luther frowned even deeper and immediately vetoed, "Not tomorrow night, there's a party for Joyce tomorrow night."
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