Chapter 135

Luther couldn't figure out what kind of connection Joyce and Christian

could have.

What the Ballard family was to Khebury is what the godfather was to

the mobs. Although they had been doing some decent business these

years, they got to where they were with sword and blood. There were

many versions of the legend of the Ballard family. There was only one

thing these versions all had in common - this family had tremendous

power in both the underworld and in the government.

The most important thing was that the Ballard family and the Warner

family had quite a long-stand feud.

He once suspected that the OGW, which had been after him several

times, was more or less connected to the Ballard family.

And Joyce, surprisingly, had a connection with Christian.

Not only were they in contact, but they were also acting close to each

other.

It was like they were kissing? He was outraged to think that Joyce had

just kissed himself and was now having an affair with Christian. His

heart set off a shocking wave, his fists tightly closed.

Not far away, Joyce seemed to be following Christian along in the

direction of the parking lot.

He followed along, trying his best to avoid Christian's sight.

Finally, he saw Joyce get into a black Aston Martin driven by Christian.

He was beyond shocked and slammed his fist angrily into the parking

sign beside him.

“Joyce, after all, I underestimated you.”

How many more secrets did you have? How much more could you do?

During this period of time, it seemed that he had been somewhat

enchanted by her.

If she really approached him on purpose to gain his trust, then her

purpose has been achieved.

The other side.

Joyce was sitting in Christian's Aston Martin sports car.

Christian reached out to fasten her seat belt for her and she refused,

"No thanks, I'll do it myself."

After saying that, “click”, she buckled herself.

"Two hours, no more. I have to get back to work.” She said coldly.

"Good." Christian deliberately trailed off as he put on his sunglasses,

leaned lazily and sensually on the seat, started the sports car, and

drove away from the parking lot.

The convention center was not far from the highway entrance, and

soon they drove onto the highway.

The weather was very good, and the sky is blue, clear, and refreshing.

"Other women would be lining up to get a ride in my car. How does it

feel? Isn't it great?" Christian drow his car in a careless position, with

his one hand on the steering wheel, and the other hand on the window

edge, trying to flirt with Joyce.

Any other woman would have been charmed by him at this moment.

Joyce said, "Please, watch the road, don't look at me. I'll get sick if I

just sway around like this. If you can't do it, hold the steering wheel with

both hands at the same time!"

"Ahem." Christian nearly choked. Good spicy character, very much to

his taste.

“Take a ride with you, and I did. Tell me, what do you want?" Joyce

asked bluntly. She was always direct and didn't want to drag things out.

"Why don't you want Luther to know that you saved him?" Christian

avoided her questions.

"For no particular reason.” Joyce looked out the window at the beautiful

scenery that flew by.

The memory of that night's pain was carved into her body. She wanted

to forget but the memories just kept coming back. Now that she knew

who it was that night that took her virginity, she had no regrets in her

heart.

She should consider it a dog bite, and virginity did not matter that much

nowadays.

It's just one night, and there's no need to take it to her heart.

“Is it because of Charlotte?" Christian glanced at her.

Joyce was stunned that he knew so much.

"As far as I know, the Warner family and the Heath family had a

marriage contract. Even if it's not about the contract. The Heath family

holds great power. If the two families can join hands, it would only make

them even more powerful.” Christian sneered. If something like that

should happen, it would be more difficult to deal with Luther.