After saying that, he coldly hung up the phone.
Joyce hurriedly grabbed her phone back and put it in her bag.
Karl hadn't contacted her yet and she must not let Luther find out anything.
"Ding—" At that moment, the doorbell rang.
Joyce was instantly alert. She listened carefully, but heard nothing outside the door. She thought perhaps Aaron had drove the reporters at the door away.
She picked up her bag, walked quickly to the door of her room and carefully opened it to look out.
It was Aaron, carrying the packed breakfast in his hand. When he saw Joyce, he nodded slightly, "Good day, Joyce, the car is already parked downstairs, we can leave anytime."
"No need. I'm not taking his car. I'll go back by myself. Get out of the way."
Joyce gently pushed Aaron away, sidled out of the room, and left without looking back.
Aaron did not know what to do. He looked at Joyce who just left and then looked at his gloomy-faced boss.
He hurriedly brought gave Luther his clothes and breakfast.
Respectfully, he said, "President, I'll wait for you in the car downstairs. You can leave anytime, if you need anything, just let me know."
Luther bowed his head, turning his expensive perpetual calendar watch on his wrist, and said faintly, "OK."
Aaron hurriedly exited the room.
Just now the atmosphere between the boss and Joyce was bizarre, and he knew better than to ask more questions or make any comments.
On the other hand, Joyce left the Vantage Hotel in a hurry.
Across the road, she bought bread and milk for breakfast. There was a shuttle bus from the seaside town in the morning and it reached the Motor City directly. It was easier to get back to the group from the Motor City, with a direct subway line.
She ate her breakfast while waiting on the curb for the earliest shuttle bus.
Soon, the shuttle bus arrived on time.
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