You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The others, hearing what he said, all turned around and looked at Luther, dumbfounded that their boss had appeared on their tour bus. The crowd was stunned for a moment, then they made way and called out in unison, "Good day, President!"

Just now, Luther had called Casey at the group's entrance.

He realized that the whole car project team was going to go on a trip to a seaside town today.

He would not have wanted to get involved, having walked into the group's lobby, but his mind kept replaying the stunning smile Joyce had just shown to the other men in the car, over and over again, making him inexplicably nauseous.

Thinking about it, he decided to go back and warn Joyce to stay away from all men, all of them, and not to disgrace him again. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of s early and in the highest quality.

But to his surprise, when he stepped on the bus.

The scene he saw almost made him explode with anger on the spot. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, at least seven men surrounded Joyce, and the chin of the closest man was so close to Joyce's hair already.

the carriage and he had no idea what this man had been up to so that he had to stay so close to Joyce in such a

Joyce simply did not

learn about such news in time from someone. He had wanted to go to the restaurant to ask her a few questions, but to

more angry than that. She was severely

male colleagues. Seven people, the whole seven men were surrounding her, worshipping under her white

job she did today. So many

could no longer hide the gloominess. His body emitted a powerful freezing aura, which seemed to

saw that the president's face was not right and said tremulously, "President, I .... we were just watching the game." After

the whole bus got silent, and even the sound of breathing was clearly audible. "President, may I ask what you want?"

coming along." Luther suddenly dropped this phrase like a

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