Luther pulled Joyce along and they dashed downstairs.
As they got out of the exclusive VIP elevator and arrived at the lobby.
The manager almost screamed as she covered her mouth with force.
If she was not mistaken, it was the rich man who just threw away his money and insisted on going to the top floor. And now he
seemed to be taking away, surprisingly, the woman brought by Mr. Robertson?
So, he's here to take the woman away from Mr. Robertson?
God, if Mr. Robertson knew that she had accidentally let such a man in tonight, he would definitely be so furious and even raze the
entire Nine Up bar to the ground!
She was just about to call out to someone to cforward and stop them.
But finally she thought better of it.
Since he could take the woman away from Mr. Robertson, he might very well be sbigshot that she could not afford to offend
either.
No ordinary man would throw away his money like he did just now.
Moreover, she had always found his bewitching, handsface familiar.
Suddenly, a light flashed across her head.
She finally remembered. Wasn't this the CEO of R&S, Luther Warner?
No wonder! He was actually the richest and most handsman in the country.
Fortunately, she did not go forward to stop her. She immediately changed her face and greeted them with a smile, "Mr. Warner, are
you leaving now? See you around."
Luther didn't even glance at the manager.
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Joyce frowned, "I'll drive. You've drunk so much."
Luther pulled open the car door with a grim face and shoved her into the passenger seat.
"This little bit of wine won't affect me. You just sit there."
After that, he threw the door close with a bang, and then bent over into the main driver's seat.
"Boom!" Luther stomped hard on the gas pedal, and the sports car flew forward like an arrow off the string.
But she could obviously feel the powerful anger he had been trying so hard to hold back.
His livid face was gloomier than ever.
The handsbrows were tightly furrowed, and his knuckles were cackling. He seemed to be shrouded by his anger entirely at the
moment.
Joyce understood what he was thinking.
Since he call the way just to relieve her, she couldn't say much about it.
Luther glanced at her as he drove, "Did you even know what you're doing? You were almost selling yourself out for a contract?!"
He angrily tossed the contract he had just taken from the coffee table onto her laps in the passenger seat at the moment.
"Mr. Warner, this is my business. Why are you so angry?" Joyce couldn't help but retort, "Besides, how do you know | am not
prepared for it and cannot get out in one piece?"
Luther didn't even want to answer her questions.
He questioned, "Otis has got only less than one-tenth of the entire security intelligence system for the entire project. The rest is all
mine. Why do you have to go to him? Must you go and please him? Why on earth?"
"That's different. It's not about money." She replied casually.
"Besides, Mr. Warner has been quite respectful to Mr. Robertson. You even sent him a whole box of gold bars as a gift. Who exactly
is pleasing him?"
Joyce also felt puzzled.
As much as she knew about Luther, he held back again and again today and did not directly turn his back on Otis, indicating that in
his heart, this project is very important.
She sneered. Of course it was important. Back then for this project, he was even engaged to Charlotte. If she hadn't exposed
Charlotte's adultery, now they were already happy husband and wife.
To this day, he still valued this project so much and did not dare to turn his back on Otis easily.
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