Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 730

Earlier, she heard Kane say that R&S was interested in having a cooperation with them.

She wondered what kind of expression he would have when he found out that she was the CEO of JK Intelligence.

Luther kept walking. He was inexplicably angry, and he didn't know exactly what he was angry about.

When he saw the familiar back, he was only decisively out to help her.

Obviously, she was not Joyce, but why did it feel so familiar? Especially her eyes. Her eyes were harsh, cold, and prohibitive, just like those of Joyce’s.

Just now, when she looked at him, there was clearly a wave of emotion in her eyes, but why? Did she know him before?

He thought and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Behind him, Casey nearly ran into him.

At this point, Luther suddenly let out a low cry. It hurt quite a bit but the pain was not really severe. His arm seemed to be hit by something.

"President, what's wrong?" Casey asked anxiously.

Luther was silent, his stern gaze sweeping back and forth across the airport.

Eventually, his eyes fell on a young boy not far away.

Anderson was holding a slingshot in his hand at the moment, looking at Luther.

He did not put away his slingshot.

Instead, he used an empty slingshot and made a bow pulling gesture toward Luther, squinting one eye and making a "swoosh" sound with his lips.

Was he provoking him?

Anderson was completely undaunted.

This man, just now, seemed to have angered his mother.

Heh!

Casey also saw the boy and was surprised, "President, was it this kid that just hit you with a slingshot?"

Luther narrowed his eyes and kept staring at the little boy.

She fell from such a high cliff, and the child was definitely ...

Over the years, whenever he thought about it, he would have nightmares and woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, and after that, all he could do was to face the long dark night alone in painful remorse until dawn.

He wondered when such suffering would come to an end.

He was at a loss and wondered when exactly he would find Joyce.

"Go find out the identity of this child.”

“He is so young and can shoot the slingshot so accurately. It must have something to do with the family."

He instructed Casey.

Only a marksman like Joyce could produce such a child, right?

At the bottom of his heart, there was always a glimmer of hope.

He did not want to let any traces go.