You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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.

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,

his expensive perpetual calendar

hurriedly exited

boss and Joyce was bizarre, and he knew better than to ask more questions or

hand, Joyce left the Vantage

a shuttle bus from the seaside town in the morning and it reached the Motor City directly. It was easier to

breakfast while waiting on the curb for the

shuttle bus arrived

to the early hour. She chose the seat in the back and sat down

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she could see the endless blue sea, the clear and transparent cloudless white sky, and

the scenery along the way.

thought about the outrageous scene of the

really didn't know what was

he would even get himself into

her, was he trying to defend

was thinking about it,