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.

really

Luther instructed again, "That little boy just now. You go and find out which flight he was on, what his name

thought about it now, he always felt that the little boy just now,

of attachment, and even if he hit him with a slingshot,

he did not know why the little boy hit him with a

he had found it harder and harder for him to understand the president. The little boy just now, however, was unforgettably

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 at the president. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

walked to the parking lot, Casey suddenly remembered something and said to

the way, President, I think I saw

around and

had just finished parking his car and was on the phone at the

over the country. What's so strange