"Miss Knowles, just to get rid of the black car following us, we are now driving further away from the construction site instead. It's a
little late, why don't we have our tour another day?" Luther raised his wrist to look at his watch and suggested.
Joyce glanced at the tdisplay on the center console, and it was indeed not early.
"I have something to do in the evening. I'll take a taxi myself after | get off the highway, and Mr. Warner can go back first." She had
to stay with Anderson in the evening, and had previously agreed to have dinner out together.
"How can | let Miss Knowles travel alone? Where is Miss Knowles going? I'll give Miss Knowles a ride." Luther knew she had
something going on for the evening, and he had heard her speaking over the phone earlier.
Hell, he just wanted to stop her.
Whenever he thought about how she had called the other side of the phone “baby”, he felt inexplicably upset and irritable.
"No, I'm fine." Joyce frowned.
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How could she possibly let him drive her? If he saw Anderson, he would be more suspicious of her identity, and it would be even
more difficult for her to hide.
"No." Luther was very resolute, "Someone was following you just now, and we do know who it was yet. It would be quite dangerous
for you to travel alone."
"I'm responsible for my own safety, and it's my own business, OK?" Joyce thought he was being a bit unreasonable.
But she could never let him find out about Anderson.
"You're coming out of the convention center with me, of course I'm responsible." Luther simply would not give up and confronted
her to the end, "If Miss Knowles insists on taking a cab. No matter what, | will follow you to protect you."
"You ..." Joyce was furious.
It simply blocked all her paths.
Hell.
She had no choice but to compromise and Anderson would have to get disappointed tonight.
She would just have to call Anderson later when she got back to her hotel room and soothed him a bit.
"Okay, | don't have anything particularly important to do anyway. I'll drive the car back to the hotel now." Although she gave in, she
was still angry. Her chest was heaving. Damn men! They were simply too difficult to deal with.
She sped all the way back.
Joyce drove the sports car to the underground parking lot of the hotel.
She and Luther both took the elevator in the parking lot and got all the way to the top floor, and then each went back to their
respective rooms.
Joyce took out her cell phone and dialed Anderson's number.
When the call was answered, Anderson's childish voice came, "Mommy, are you almost there?"
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Joyce sounded full of guilt, her voice sad, "I'm sorry, Anderson. Mommy has to deal with something now and can’t see you tonight.
What should | do? Mommy feels so guilty."
"It's okay, Mommy. I'll just go eat with Uncle Kane. Don't be sad, Mommy. I'm happy."
Hearing this, Joyce's eyes instantly reddened. Her nose got sore, and tears slipped down instantly.
Unlike most children, Anderson had been such a good boy, and he was very considerate of her feelings.
She knew that she had not been able to give him a complete hand had not spent enough twith him.
He had grown up in loneliness and isolation. They were dependent on each other, and Anderson was her only support.
"Anderson, there will be a dinner party at the International Exhibition Center tomorrow, and there will be a lot of good food. Will
you cand have sfun?" She owed him a lot, and all she could think about was to make up for it.
It would take srisks though.