Joyce looked at him. For the first time, there was a despondent and sad expression on his face. It seemed that there must be something between Christian and Luther. Perhaps, a woman?
"Heh. When he got cold-blooded, anyone would just be nothing more than dust in his eyes." Christian glanced meaningfully at Joyce, "Don't get in too deep, and then you might not be able to get yourself back, just like…"
He did not go on, apparently reluctant to think about the past.
Yet just in an instant, he changed a topic, and the previously gloomy face was gone.
"So, how about jumping ship to the Ballard group? Whatever you want, you can have it." He resumed his usual evil and wild demeanor.
"No, thanks." Joyce pointed to the tires, "Although I got you a new tier, after all, they are for temporary use only and the width of the tire is narrow. Let’s get back, take me back to R&S Group headquarters, I still have a lot of work to finish."
Christian got into the driver's seat and Joyce got into the passenger seat.
The sports car roared along.
Just before arriving at the R&S Group, Joyce asked Christian to stop at a junction ahead. She was worried that if she stopped directly in front of the group's headquarters, Christian's sleek sports car would attract too much attention and bring her unnecessary trouble.
Joyce unbuckled her seat belt.
Christian sidled up to her and teased, "I hope you can think about it again."
"No need to think about it." She balked.
"No need to rush your decision. Just one day when you are desperate, remember to come to me." He squeezed his eyes at her, "And…"
He took a boomerang dart between his two fingers and waved it in front of her eyes.
"Whether I should tell him about it, I haven't really thought about it."
Joyce glared at Christian in annoyance, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Give me your phone," Christian said.
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