Rodney excitedly rushed to Joyce, holding her arm firmly, fearing that she was an illusion, and that she would disappear.
Joyce did not expect the old man in front of her to suddenly cforward and grab her. His hand was very strong, and she felt pain
already in her arms. However, she did not dare to break free, afraid that if she used too much force, the old man in front of her
would fall.
What a familiar face! When the old man turned around, Joyce thought he looked familiar. Like she had seen him somewhere before.
But she couldn't remember that for a moment.
"Mia, Mia! | finally found you." Rodney grabbed Joyce tightly, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Mister, I'm sorry, you have the wrong person, my nis not Mia."
Joyce patiently, and with a smile, explained.
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At that moment, Manager Foster cforward, "Mister, is this the girl you've been looking for?"
"Yes, it's her, the person | met in the hotel corridor that day. It's so similar, just so similar, Mia, | finally found you." Rodney wouldn't
let go of his hand, "Look, Manager Foster, I'm not lying to you. | really saw it!"
"So, have you been to Riveria Haze before, have you met him?" Manager Foster asked Joyce curiously.
"Wait. | have an impression." Joyce's eyes shone brightly and seemed to think of something.
She remembered the meeting between the Heaths and the Warners at Riveria Haze. At that time, in addition to Luther, Charlotte,
Cecelia, which she knew, there was also someone else, dressed in a military uniform, and although his hair was silver white, his
spirited eyes were still shining.
At the time, she guessed that perhaps it was Charlotte's grandfather.
Later, she accidentally bumped into this old man in the corridor, when she was so distracted and hurriedly apologized and then
left. She remembered that he was on crutches that day, and today he was not on crutches. That's why she didn't think about it at
first.
"Mister, stago, | once bumped into you in the corridor of the club, right?" Joyce asked.
"Yes, yes. At that time, you suddenly disappeared, and | couldn't find you anywhere. Fortunately, today | finally found you!" Rodney
said excitedly, his lips trembling. At this moment, he seemed to have traveled back in time, and back to his youth, forgetting that
his hair had already turned so white.
"I'm Rodney, the commander-in-chief of the military district, Rodney Heath! Mia, don't you remember me? It's me!"
"Mister, I'm really not Mia. Think about it, how old would the Mia you know be now?" Joyce smiled patiently. She knew he was
Rodney, and she had recognized him, Charlotte's grandfather. It seemed that the Mia he was calling out must be the person he had
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And that's when Manager Foster, who was standing on the sidelines, hurriedly patted her own chest.
She was just fortunate enough today. He was the famed Mr. Heath of the Heath family, and it's a good thing she had treated her
quite patiently, otherwise she wouldn't have enough heads to be chopped off...
"If ... If Mia was still around, should also be about the sage as..." Rodney was reminded by Joyce, and finally sobered up a
few points. No matter how much the girl in front of him looked like Mia, she just would not be.
"Yes, Mister, I'm only in my twenties this year, | can't be the Mia you know." Joyce said with a light smile.
"But you really do look too much like her." Rodney sighed.
He calmed down and carefully examined Joyce. She was tall, her features were delicate, her eyes were just like obsidian, and her
long eyebrows were slightly raised above her sexy lips. She looked quite handsand yet at the stsexy. She looked
quite sharp and yet at the stquite mild. And all these gave her a unique temperament.