Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 914

She looked out of the glass window. Through the tall buildings and bridges across the sky, on the distant Phoenix Mountain the green and verdant forest looked majestic, and the top of the mountain was shining silver because of the snow. It looked just as imposing and majestic as the city itself.

Indeed, it was beautiful and stunning.

And his office was right in the middle of the spectacular view.

It's much better than in her office, much much better.

But she would need to be stupid enough to believe that he was inviting her to see the view.

It was a joke.

Just now he was clearly very emotional, already on the verge of losing control.

Why did he suddenly stop it?

What was he trying to do? Why was he like that? And why didn't he continue?

Her mind was full of questions.

"Well, isn't it beautiful?"

His low, magnetic voice rang out in her ears, and his hot breaths instantly sprayed over the side of her neck.

It caused her to wince.

Damn, this evil men! What a bore!

She couldn't push his arms away, so she simply sneaked out of his arms and let out a low curse, "Sick."

Luther's lips hooked up a light smile. She was the only woman who could say such a word to him.

"Can't you see I'm in the middle of a meeting? You suddenly rushed in and this is your reason? Mr. Warner, I think you need to go to the hospital and see a doctor properly!" She got really angry and went up and yanked open the office door.

The employees of R&S and JK Intelligence who had gathered outside for the good show almost fell right in.

When they saw Joyce come out, they stood up awkwardly and steadied themselves and shouted respectfully, "Ms. Knowles. How ... how are you."

Joyce grimaced, gave them a stare and was about to leave.

"What's this for?" Joyce wondered.

"It's for you." Luther put the car keys into her hand, "You just came to the Capital and you don't have a car to get around. Although R&S has a high-end custom series of cars, but it would be too late when we can get you a customized one.”

"So we can only buy an ordinary car for your temporary use. You can use it for the time being before we get you a proper one."

"Temporary? Ordinary? Proper? Oh."

Joyce gave a sarcastic laugh.

This richest man of the country could always surprise her with his wild dominant cool tone. Such a limited edition Bentley might cost tens of millions of dollars and it could only be an ordinary substitute for her temporary use.

She handed him back the car keys with mixed emotions.

"I don't want it. I haven't done anything, so why are you giving me a car."

He tugged her hand and refused to let go. Once again he shoved the car key into her hand, "Don't refuse. It's inconvenient for you to take a taxi every day. The car belongs to the company, so you can use it for now, okay?"