You Hit My Heart
Chapter 139

Ha-ha, great.

Shelly looked at her phone with satisfaction.

She thought to herself, just a picture of the two together didn’t reallymean much. If she could help them a little more...

She suddenly thought of something. She was so excited that this timeshe would absolutely ruin Joyce's reputation.

Joyce was still standing at the roadside hesitating when her cell phonerang the n-th call.

Luther again!

She just could not leave it, Joyce pressed the answer button.Unexpectedly, there was no voice on the other end of the phone thatshe expected to be furious.

"Where are you? Why aren't you answering your phone?"

"Oh, I'm near the group headquarters, I'm almost there. The phone wasaccidentally put on silent and I didn't hear it."

"Where did you just go?" Luther asked on the other end of the phone.“I ... I took a bus from the convention center to come back by myself.The bus broke down on the way and it took a while." She lied, her facereddened unnaturally, "Do you have anything?"

“Nothing. Just a reminder that the design is due tomorrow. Don't forgetit." His voice on the phone was calm and she could not know what wasin his mind.

"Oh, I know. There's still some work I need to do, but it won't take long.I'll be home late today, so tell Grandma not to wait for me."

"Hmm."

Toot-toot.

The person on the other end hung up.

Joyce looked at her phone and sighed in relief. Honestly, her heart wasracing and her cheeks were burning when she lied. She really justcould not lie.

It's a good thing Luther didn't suspect her. Strange, after a dozen callsshe didn't answer, he didn't get mad. It was quite unusual.

Without thinking too much about it, Joyce walked into a roadside cafeand ordered an Americano to take away.

She then walked straight to the group headquarters.

Tonight, she would be able to finish the first draft of the integratedcasting design.

It took too much effort to finally come to fruition.

Thinking of this, her mood was overwhelmingly uplifting, leaving behindall the unhappiness she had just felt.

The phone call.

After Luther hung up the phone, his face was gloomy, his expressionfreezing cold.

“Joyce, good for you, you are lying!"

Disturbed, anger filled his chest, and depressed, he fiercely swept astack of documents to the ground.

At night, the silent night sky looked just like black velvet, without asingle star.

The evening breeze brought a touch of depression and dullness.Imperiana.

It was a place away from the hustle and bustle of the city, at the top of amountain, with the utmost luxury inside.

Luther was in a private room on the top floor of the clubhouse, and hesat in the corner of the shadowy booth and opened a bottle ofchampagne by himself.

He lit a cigarette and took two puffs, the scarlet sparks jumpingbetween his fingers, like a pair of flickering eyes in the dark night.Mathew and Felix were both around feeling bored.

“Luther, why didn't you bring your wife with you today? Bring her oversome time and play darts together.” Felix asked leisurely.

Mathew glared at Felix, "You're not drunk enough from last time?""What do you know?! I want to take your wife to the private roomdownstairs and kick some asses? They have just boasted how goodthey are every day. We will definitely have some fun throwing darts withthem, and they will definitely get so drunk.” Felix retorted.

“If you want to win, practice on your own. Don't expect others to helpyou." Luther said coldly.

"What? You can't just practice and get to where Joyce is now! Brother,don't be so stingy, let me borrow your wife for one night. Come on,come on, call her now."

Luther was indifferent and ignored him.