Luther drove towards the warlord's inner courtyard. The sky had already darkened, and along the way, neon lights flickered on and off. The light inside the car also intermittently brightened and dimmed.
Joyce turned her gaze towards him. He held the steering wheel with one hand while propping his chin with the other. Although his eyes were on the road ahead, his mind seemed elsewhere. Her intuition told her, he had something on his mind.
A moment later, Luther snapped back to reality, realizing Joyce had been watching him. He felt a bit nervous and forced a smile, "What's wrong?" Seeing her silence, he tried to tease her to divert her attention, "Are you fascinated by me?"
"Uh-huh. You look very good, I'm fascinated," Joyce simply played along with his words.
This caught Luther off guard. Joyce's uncharacteristic response could only mean something was amiss. Embarrassed, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing." Joyce cast a deep look at him, "Who were you calling in the bathroom earlier?"
"Oh." Luther turned his head guiltily, steering the car while replying, "It's nothing, just some work-related stuff that suddenly came to mind, so I made a call."
"What work-related stuff exactly?" Joyce asked further.
Luther hesitated; usually, she wouldn't probe. He dodged the question, "Logistics and port trade stuff. Casey called me at the hospital last time about the new port construction. Some decisions need my presence, so I made a call to give some instructions about an important link that I suddenly remembered."
"Heh, you didn't remember it all afternoon, how important could it be?" Joyce's voice cooled slightly.
At that moment, she was certain, he was lying. She had heard a few words at the door, although not very clear, but it should be related to pharmaceuticals. She had heard the words "pharmaceuticals". But he said it was about port construction, which was far from the truth.
She glanced at his handsome profile. By now, there were no barriers between them. She had given her heart to him, and she could also feel his deep affection for her. But why should he deceive her, what was he hiding?
"Cough, cough." Luther coughed lightly, "It's all because my wife is too beautiful, making me forget all about my work."
Joyce laughed, "Blaming others for your lack of self-discipline?"
She planned to find out the real reason discreetly. Seeing her laugh and not asking further, Luther sighed in relief.
He switched hands on the steering wheel, freeing his right hand to pull hers over onto his lap. "Drive properly," Joyce warned, frowning.
"I didn't do anything, don't be nervous." He just gently laid his hand on top of hers. "I have to go back to Khebury next week, and I might be away for a while," Luther suddenly said.
Joyce frowned slightly; she knew that the last time Casey called Luther, he mentioned a board of trustees and board of directors meeting.
"How long?" she asked.
Luther shook his head, "I'm not sure, I've been away for too long, and there's a lot to deal with. I'll try to be quick."
In fact, his most important task was the arrival of a biochemical research team sent by Donald. He planned to have them collect his blood and bone marrow for secret research to find out what poison he was affected by. If the team came to the Capital, he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret.
"Alright, I understand," Joyce nodded lightly.
He didn't mention it, but she knew. He was going back to face a major decision. The future direction of R&S Group, whether to move their headquarters to the Capital, or stay in Khebury and just set up a branch in the Capital.
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