Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 813

"So, where is she?" He suddenly became panic. Since Kane had called him, there must be something serious going on. Kane just could not tell him explicitly.

"Mr. Warner, Ms. Knowles has ... she has ..." Eloise stammered, feeling afraid.

"Come on." Luther urged, anxiously.

His heart was already racing.

"Ms. Knowles got into Mr. Robertson's car, and they went to dinner together. I heard that they were going to ... a place called Nine Up," Eloise said and her voice went lower and lower, and before she could finish her words, it was almost inaudible.

Dinner at Nine Up? What a joke?

It was the most famous nightclub in the Capital!

Just everyone knew that.

"What?!" Luther almost exclaimed.

"Nine Up?!" He confirmed again incredulously. Although he had never been there, of course he had heard of Nine Up, the famous nightclub in the Capital and a place for debauchery.

But Joyce might not know that. After all, it should be the first time she had been to the Capital!

But how would she actually get into Mr. Robertson's car?

What the hell was she even thinking? How dare she get into Mr. Robertson's car?

Was she just bold, or did she have some purpose?

Damn it! Damn it!

"How long have they left?" Luther almost yelled, completely unable to control his anger. He felt fear deep down his heart. He didn't know what was going to happen to her. All he knew was that it would not be safe to stay with someone like Mr. Robertson for even a second.

Eloise saw his furious expression and shivered. She stammered, "Quite ... quite a while ..."

"Damn! Quite a while. How long is it really!"

Luther had completely lost his patience and sanity.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Warner." Eloise cried, "I remember they left before it got dark. About, about an hour or so ..."

When Luther heard this, he turned around quickly and flew to his car.

"Bang!" He pulled the door close with force.

He then slammed the gas pedal to the end, and the sports car sped out directly like an arrow. Soon it disappeared from the end of the plot.

It had been such a long time already.

He dared not think of the consequences.

Nine Up was quite far away from the construction site, and even if he kept the car at the fastest speed the whole way, it would take more than half an hour.

Damn it, damn it! He kept hammering on the steering wheel.

Was she crazy, or was she even not aware of the risk at all?

How dared she go to a nightclub with another man just like that?

Not even mention how dangerous this Mr. Robertson could actually be.

He roared along and kept on the gas.

The car had sped up to 200, but he thought it was not fast enough. He had ignored all the red lights on the way and he only wanted to get to Nine Up as soon as possible.

His heart was beating violently in such a turmoil and he was almost unable to breathe.

Hopefully, he could get there in time.

Hopefully, nothing had happened.

He prayed in his heart.