You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"President, I just sent the samples over this afternoon. I have told them that we are in a hurry, and they said we can get the results in three days." Casey froze when he heard Luther, “the president was in too much of a hurry.’

"Three days!" Luther felt like he was going crazy. Not to mention three days, even three minutes felt too long to him.

"Yes, President.”

"Use all your connections, and I must know the results by tomorrow evening.” The long wait was killing him.

"President, I've already used our connections. Now they are all using the latest analysis methods, and it does take three days, but the accuracy rate can be much higher. Please be a little bit more patient, President, and I will ask them to hurry up. I will inform you as soon as there is a result.”

Casey said helplessly.

"Got it."

Luther hung up the phone, his mind in an even worse turmoil.

He took a box of cigarettes out of his suit pocket and held one between his index and middle fingers.

he smoked only when he was really annoyed

his two fingers,

deep breath, and then another deep breath,

and the person who hurriedly ran out was Charlotte. Charlotte wanted to go back to the lounge to change, but did not want to walk across all the crowd. She had been wretched enough today because of Zora and she could not bear to walk upstairs in front of the crowd, so she chose to

into Luther when she pushed open the fire door. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

of her, Luther's long body leaned against the carved iron railing, and his crossed long legs

like stars in the distance, as

from the neon lights flashing

to be immersed in melancholy, holding a thin cigarette between his two fingers, and his posture was

too handsome and

hadn't seen Luther in

been so long that her memories about

coming to the birthday party

him since her appearance

looked around the ballroom and there was no sign of him. But she had heard people mention

didn't expect that he would be smoking alone on the platform