You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 191

"No need." Luther stared, turning the phone over in front of him with bloodstained fingers. His heart

thudded, feeling unsettled uncontrollably.

The cracked screen and the sharp tips of the broken glass, stained with his bright red blood, looked

particularly hideous.

Like an omen for something untoward to happen.

He stared straight at his phone, his mind growing more and more uneasy.

"I'll do it." Casey picked up the phone and removed the chip and memory card from it, and then put the

broken phone into a plastic bag, "Luther, I'm afraid the phone is completely broken. I'll go buy you a

new phone now while you go to the hotel and rest."

"Wait." Luther blocked again.

"We'll go back this afternoon!" He was so determined that he didn't want to wait one more minute.

"Luther, Professor Williams has made an appointment with you tomorrow to talk about our latest

automotive integrated casting design, which Professor Williams is very interested in and will help us

open up the Mufron market. This meeting is very important and I have all the materials ready. Because

Professor Williams has a full daytime schedule today, it will only take an hour tomorrow." Casey

cautiously reminded.

He felt that the boss was not right these days, especially today, and he did not know what happened to

the boss in the end. Was it because of Joyce?

"We'll talk about it later, and we are going back in the afternoon." Luther insisted.

"But, there are no more flights today." Casey explained, "The earliest flight would be tomorrow noon."

"Don't we have a private jet in Mufron?" Luther frowned.

"Luther, the whole trip back from Mufron would take over ten hours, and we didn't make route request

in advance. Even if we have a private plane, we wouldn't be able to take off." Casey replied. At that

time, also because of the suddenness of this trip, they did not have time to make the request, otherwise

usually Luther would be taking a private plane both trips.

"How long does it take to get approved for an emergency flight?" Luther thrust his hands into his pants

pockets to hide the fact that his hands were trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

"It's hard to say, I'll just have to give it my best shot." Casey returned, "Luther, I'll send you back to the

hotel to rest, then request a temporary flight route and get you a new phone."

"Hmm." Luther was distracted, his thoughts drifting away.

Joyce knew better than to avoid his calls on purpose. Could it be that her phone was dead? Was he

thinking too much?

"Luther, this interview with Wilson is also beneficial to Joyce. If the promotion is successful, in the

future, it will greatly enhance her international popularity. Luther, are you really not going to think about

it anymore?"

Luther was a little hesitant, perhaps he was too sensitive.

What could happen in the first place? There was a time difference between the two places, and it was

already night time at home. He needed to fly back for more than ten hours, even if he rushed back now, Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

what could he do?

Since the interview was beneficial to Joyce, why not…

After taking all things into consideration, Luther instructed, "You call now and move up tomorrow's

meeting with Wilson to eight o'clock this evening. He will meet me if he wants to, or we can talk about it

next time. Temporary emergency flight request for evening departure. You hurry up and do it, I'll go

back to the hotel myself."

"Yes, I will be right on my way, but you need to stop the bleeding in you finger first." Casey answered in

a hurry.

Luther looked at Casey's distant figure as he put his bleeding finger between his thin lips and gently bit

down to stop the bleeding.

The fishy taste of blood permeated his mouth.

Like the feeling of uneasiness in his heart, it grew more and more clear uncontrollably. In any case, he

must rush back tonight.