NovelStartEarlier, she heard Kane say that R&S was interested in having a cooperation with them.
She wondered what kind of expression he would have when he found out that she was the CEO of JK Intelligence.
Luther kept walking. He was inexplicably angry, and he didn't know exactly what he was angry about.
When he saw the familiar back, he was only decisively out to help her.
Obviously, she was not Joyce, but why did it feel so familiar? Especially her eyes. Her eyes were harsh, cold, and prohibitive, just
like those of Joyce's.
Just now, when she looked at him, there was clearly a wave of emotion in her eyes, but why? Did she know him before?
He thought and suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Behind him, Casey nearly ran into him.
At this point, Luther suddenly let out a low cry. It hurt quite a bit but the pain was not really severe. His arm seemed to be hit by
something.
"President, what's wrong?" Casey asked anxiously.
Luther was silent, his stern gaze sweeping back and forth across the airport.
Eventually, his eyes fell on a young boy not far away.
Anderson was holding a slingshot in his hand at the moment, looking at Luther.
He did not put away his slingshot.
Instead, he used an empty slingshot and made a bow pulling gesture toward Luther, squinting one eye and making a "swoosh"
sound with his lips.
Was he provoking him?
Anderson was completely undaunted.
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Casey also saw the boy and was surprised, "President, was it this kid that just hit you with a slingshot?"
Luther narrowed his eyes and kept staring at the little boy.
He was more than three years old, with extremely good-looking features and would definitely beca charmer when he grew up.
"I'm afraid he didn't just hitwith the slingshot."
Luther glanced at the thug who was just grabbed by the security guard, "I'm afraid that this thug, who suddenly fell to the ground
just now, was also hit by him."
He had felt it strange just now. The thug looked like he was hit by something and fell to the ground in pain.
Now he realized that it was a slingshot.
"Just this little boy? Is that possible? How old is he?" Casey was so surprised that he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He looked back
and forth, and found no one else who could hit the thug from such a distance and with such an accuracy.
Anderson made a face at Luther and spat out his tongue.
Then he ran off in a huff.
Strangely enough, Luther was not even slightly angry.
He remembered that if Joyce hadn't fallen off the cliff, their child would have been born and would have been about his age.
His heart ached and his breath froze.
She fell from such a high cliff, and the child was definitely ...
Over the years, whenever he thought about it, he would have nightmares and woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat,
and after that, all he could do was to face the long dark night alone in painful remorse until dawn.
He wondered when such suffering would cto an end.
He was at a loss and wondered when exactly he would find Joyce.
"Go find out the identity of this child.”
“He is so young and can shoot the slingshot so accurately. It must have something to do with the family."
He instructed Casey.
Only a marksman like Joyce could produce such a child, right?
At the bottom of his heart, there was always a glimmer of hope.
He did not want to let any traces go.
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