You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Meanwhile.

Luther and Casey waited at the airport for a long time. After the flight they were waiting for had landed and all the people were gone, they still didn't see the Miss Zora they were waiting for.

"President, could it be that we have missed it? After all, the flight arrived earlier than schedule today.” Casey looked around, "Also, we hadn't seen Miss Zora even once at all. I had expected that there would be someone else at the airport to pick her up, and we would just have to stop them midway. But Miss Zora did not ask the organizer of the Summit to pick her up, either. We can only expect better luck next time."

Luther looked disappointedly at the empty waiting area for departing passengers.

What was he expecting? He was simply too eager.

"Go." Luther said in a cold voice. If they did not go, more passengers from the next flight would come out.

They just wasted a trip today.

wasn't really a waste

the little boy who just hit him with a slingshot, Luther instructed again, "That little boy just now. You

a quick glance at him, when he thought about it now, he always felt

why he felt a sense of attachment, and even if he hit

why the little boy hit him with a slingshot, did he also take him as

to understand the president. The little boy just now, however, was unforgettably good-looking. Casey stole a glance at Luther. Actually, the little boy just now looked kind of like the president.

in his heart. What a pity it had been between the president and Joyce. Four years, the president still could not come out of the shadow of the past. Even he, a bystander, felt heartbroken when he looked

walked to the parking lot, Casey suddenly

think I saw someone when I was parking

turned around and

the young Mr. Roberts from Roberts Media. He had just finished parking his car and was on the phone at the time." Casey tried to think

Media has networking outlets all over the country. What's so strange about the youngest son of