Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 190

Mufron.

Luther finally settled down his negotiation with Mufron over a real estate project.

Against all the overseas competitors, he gave up two percentage points of interest for the entire seaside beach resort and super seven-star hotel package. Originally it was impossible for him to concede. Perhaps it might take a few more days, but they would certainly be able to meet his expectations, since the other party was also quite nervous about the negotiation.

However, he was so eager to go home this time and did not want to waste more time on the negotiation.

Casey and Luther came together on a business trip to Mufron, where negotiations had just ended and the other side had left.

Casey could see that Luther had been distracted, and he couldn't help but ask, "Luther, is something on your mind. What do you need me to do?"

Luther looked down at his cell phone. It must be midnight already back at home. He called Joyce numerous times but she did not answer, and finally she simply turned off the phone. How dared Joyce not even answer his call! When he got back, he would certainly teach her a lesson!

However, in addition to irritation, he had also begun to feel unease. He thought that things were a bit unusual.

When he heard Casey ask him, he shook his head, "Nothing."

"What a pity that today's negotiations didn't meet our expectations. Luther, in fact, we can hold out a little longer." Casey was a little upset.

"Huh." Luther laughed coldly, "Sometimes one step back will later lead to two steps forward. Just wait and see, they think the money is so easy to earn? In less than a year, I'll make them give back all the extra profit they got today."

"So you already had plans. That's great!" Casey looked at Luther admiringly. Luther was decisive, and the R&S Group was only getting better and better.

Casey finished his papers and lifted his briefcase, knowing that Luther did not plan for this trip before they left and that Luther must have Joyce on his mind, so he volunteered, "Luther, I've booked a flight for tomorrow night. Tomorrow morning we have an appointment with Professor Williams, who has been looking forward to your visit for a long time."

Luther was walking while dialing Stephanie's phone number.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is turned off."

His heart was shrouded in greater gloom, panic and an inexplicable sense of emptiness, which occupied his entire mind and soul.

Maybe, Grandma was just sleeping. He reassured himself.

He wanted to call Jacqueline or Shelly, and when he was ready to press the button, he didn't feel right. After all, Joyce and Shelly had gotten into trouble just a few days before. He did not want to continue to expand the conflict. After all, a family was a family.

Aaron was sent by him to the Capital on an errand these days and was not in Khebury.

He hesitated and finally dialed Joyce's number again.

It was still off.

"Damn it." He let out a low curse, looking incredibly annoyed.

Inadvertently he slipped in his hands. "Bang!" The phone fell on the stairs, rolling several times, and coincidentally fell from the gap under the stairway handrail to the first floor, in pieces.

Casey saw this and was ready to run down the stairs to retrieve the phone.

Luther reached out an arm to stop Casey. He frowned, and slowly walked down the stairs. Fortunately it was not high, only three floors.

Soon he walked to the first floor where the phone fell, only to see the phone in pieces, the battery has fallen off, and the back cover also popped out.

He crouched down and tried to pick the phone up.

When he just touched the phone, suddenly, there was a stabbing pain between the fingers. He instinctively retracted his hand, and then look at his finger, a blood scar clearly visible, and blindingly bright red blood beads condensed and rolled down. The wound is quite deep.

"Luther, you've cut your finger! We must stop the bleeding first!" Casey followed, and he whimpered, "The phone screen is broken and there's broken glass all over the floor. Luther, it's better if I pick it up."