Chapter 136

"How do you know these details?" Joyce frowned.

Christian ruffled his forehead hair and said with panache, "Naturally I

will find a way."

Joyce pursed her lips, "Since you were able to find out so much

yourself. I have nothing to reveal. Let me down just there. Thank you.

Take care.”

"Don't rush, beauty.” Christian suddenly reached out and quickly

grabbed one of Joyce's hands, "The Dragon family would not care

about the background of a Mrs. Dragon. Do you want to consider me?"

“Let go!"

Joyce was also startled when her hand was suddenly wrapped in his

large palm.

Almost instinctively she tried to shake him off.

"Don’t move around. I'm driving, it's dangerous. Do you want the car to

be wrecked and the two of us to be a pair of lovebirds from hell?" He

laughed wickedly and wildly and just wouldn't let go.

Joyce felt exasperated.

"Nuts!" Joyce glared at him fiercely. But she didn't dare to disobey him

too much. The person beside him looked crazy. She could not see what

was in his mind but he just seemed to be able to do whatever he

wanted.

Christian pressed her hand firmly and smiled smugly.

“I'm serious. When you divorce him, consider me."

"Oh, even if the world's men died out, it would not be your turn." Joyce

retorted nonchalantly, “Besides, can't you live without someone next to

you? It's nice to be alone and free."

“You're hurting me too much with that comment.” Christian flattened his

thin lips, his expression pretending to be aggrieved.

Joyce didn’t buy this and snickered, "You didn't mean it in the first place

when you said it."

"Haha, too funny. Luther gave you up to marry Charlotte, that's a real

waste."

"Wait, didn't you go to school? The metaphor is not right. It would be a

waste when something valuable falls into the hands of someone who

doesn't know what they're doing." Joyce turned sideways to look at

him, "Come on, I'll teach you. I'd like to describe it like this. For

example, I'm with you, that's what I call a waste. This is the exact

analogy. Ok?"

Christian was so disliked by her that he did not know what to say,

feeling that he had lost face today. This woman was really relentless.

"Mister, it's time to let go." Joyce took the opportunity to shake off his

hand.

Christian frowned deeply before he could speak.

At that moment, the alarm suddenly sounded in the sports car. It was

not sharp, but there was one beep after another.

Christian looked suspiciously at the dashboard, which surprisingly lit up

with a row of yellow signals that he couldn't read.

“It's a tire pressure alert. Tire pressure is unstable, pull over quickly to

the emergency lane.” Joyce glanced at it and said with a serious look.

She was a connoisseur when it came to cars.

Christian slammed on the brakes, slowed down, and finally came to a

smooth stop in the emergency lane.

Joyce and Christian both opened the door and came down to check the

condition of the car.

And they saw the right rear tire was now almost flat out.

"A flat tire." Joyce shrugged with a look of regret.

"Damn it!" Christian kicked the tires hard. He took a beautiful woman

out for a ride and thought it would be a super luxury run, but now he got

a flat tire. Shame on you.

He took out his cell phone and was ready to call his men and have

them come to fix it.

Joyce stopped, "You drove the car to such a remote place, and when

they arrive to fix it, it will be midnight already.”

She said as she opened the back cover of the car, "There is a spare

tire, just change it."

“I don’t know how." Christian stretched his hands in a helpless gesture.

Joyce gave him a blank look, “I don't expect you to. I will."

After saying that, she took out the jack and spare tire from the trunk

and put it on the ground.

Just as she was about to change the tire, her cell phone rang.

She looked at the screen and it was Luther looking for her.

She hesitated. Should she take it?