Chapter 1701: Old Friends

Chapter 1701: Old Friends

In the middle of the night, Luther, satisfied, fell asleep exhausted,

holding Joyce in his arms.

As he slept deeply, he faintly heard the vibration of his phone. He

abruptly woke up, not wanting to disturb Joyce. He quickly pressed the

side of his phone and switched it to silent mode. In the darkness, he

picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. When he saw it was a

call from Athena, his black eyes suddenly grew darker than the night.

That damn woman, causing trouble again?

He no longer felt sleepy and got up, putting on his clothes and walking

to the window in the living room. He dialed Athena's number, lowering

his voice impatiently, "Hello, what do you want?"

After listening, his face grew even darker. "Fine, I got it."

After hanging up the phone, he clenched his fist, then fiercely smashed

it against the wall next to the window. The wallpaper, of good quality

and soft, didn't make much noise when struck. However, his knuckles

were somewhat injured.

He paid no attention to the pain; his heart was filled with anger.

Outside the window, the night was pitch black, silent and still. Moonlight

sparsely illuminated the scene, and occasionally branches trembled in

the wind, casting eerie shadows on the ground, evoking fear.

He stood there for a while, put on his suit, picked up his briefcase, and

left the Warner residence.

The night was heavy with dew. As the car's crimson taillights suddenly

lit up in the dark night, it seemed as if a fierce beast had opened its

eyes.

Luther stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

At this moment, Joyce walked out from the corner of the living room.

She walked all the way to the front door, watching Luther drive away

with furrowed brows. Her face remained calm and serene, without any

ripples.

In fact, she had sensed it when Luther got up. She didn't alarm him;

instead, she hid around the corner of the living room while he left and

made the phone call. Although she couldn't hear the conversation, his

furious act of smashing the wall deeply shook her.

She knew something must have happened; otherwise, he wouldn't

behave so unusually.

She didn't appear until he left, silently watching his figure without

inquiring.

She had promised to give him her complete trust. She was only worried

and didn't know what he had to face alone.

Speculating in her heart, it might have something to do with Alisha.

After all, everything started when they discovered Alisha's empty grave

in Mufron and returned.

She stood in the living room for a while.

Until Darrin walked in wearing a military jacket.

Darrin was always alert, even when he was in the Warner residence,

he only slept lightly, bearing heavy responsibilities.

He heard the sound of Luther's car just now and immediately got up to

check the situation. Finding no abnormalities inside or outside the

house, he felt relieved.

Entering the main mansion, he saw Joyce standing in the living room,

slightly surprised. She asked, "Colonel, do you know that Mr. Warner

went out in the middle of the night?"

Joyce nodded. "Yes, I know."

"Did Mr. Warner tell you what happened?" Darrin asked again.

Joyce shook her head. "He didn't tell me."

Darrin hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Colonel, can I track him

and install real-time location software in the car? We can keep track of

his every move."

"No need," Joyce waved her hand. “If he doesn't tell me, there must be

a reason he doesn't want to tell me. He's not that kind of person. I trust

him."

Darrin furrowed his brow. “But your face doesn't look good. Aren't you

worried?"

Joyce didn't deny it. “I am worried. I'm worried that when we go back to

Khebury, we'll be involved in something we don't know about. I have a

bad feeling that this time it's definitely more complicated. Otherwise, he

wouldn't keep it from me. Since he's keeping it from me, it must be

because he doesn't want me to worry too much.”

Darrin pondered for a moment. "Are you referring to Reuben's sudden

appearance? Prince Rohomes coming to Pascaylia? And the captain of

his personal guard?”

He hadn't expected it. Grizela, who seemed delicate, turned out to be

the captain of the prestigious Rohomes Royal Guard. One must know

that anyone who could attain that position must have experienced

numerous life-and-death situations and unimaginable hardships.

It was hard to imagine that she, a frail woman, could overcome

countless difficulties and become the captain of the royal guard. He had

underestimated her. In their two small-scale skirmishes, he felt that her

skillswere on par with his own, and when combined with her

extraordinary ninjutsu, she might even have the upper hand.

Prince Rohomes, along with the captain of the personal guard,

appearing in Pascaylia. It inevitably made people suspect their motives.

Was it related to politics or military matters? It was impossible to know.

And what connection did it have with the robbery incident that

happened inexplicably in the city center today?

Joyce turned on a small lamp in the living room. In the dim light, her

graceful figure appeared even more gentle.

“I'm not sure, maybe they're all related. Right now, I can't make any

judgments.”

She pondered for a moment.

"I thought of an old friend, and I plan to go see him."

"Who?" Darrin asked.

Joyce raised an eyebrow. "Christian, the head of the Longshi Group.

Have you heard of him?"

Darrin was taken aback. "I know him. In another world with a different

set of rules, he's also a prominent figure."

“I have some history with him. He saved me and Anderson from the

sea years ago. I owe him a debt that I haven't been able to repay. I

heard that he's in Khebury now." Joyce lightly brushed her fingers. "I

can't help but feel that everything abnormal is related to our return from

Mufron."

"What can we do by finding Christian?" Darrin didn't understand.

"Christian and Luther were good friends when they were young, but

they fell out because of something. There has always been something

between them, perhaps a deep grudge or something else. In any case,

I believe that finding out about this matter will be the key to solving the

problem."

Joyce analyzed carefully.

"Why not just ask Mr. Warner directly? Wouldn't it be faster?" Darrin

furrowed his brow. They were deeply in love as a couple, so why did

they have to avoid discussing it like this? He felt a sense of confusion.

“I'm afraid of disturbing his plans. I want to find out on my own. We

each do our own tasks and help each other,” Joyce said with

determination.

Darrin looked at her resolute profile and sighed, “I hope you're right.

Whatever decision you make, I'll support you and assist you. Just give

me your orders."

Joyce turned around and looked at Darrin. "Join me in meeting

Christian. I already left him a message, and he will reply when he sees

it. For now, let's keep this matter from him."

"Alright, no problem,” Darrin nodded.

"And since we already know Reuben's identity, let's not investigate for

now, so as not to alert them. Let's pretend we don't know," Joyce

instructed.

"Don't worry, I understand,” Darrin stood at attention and saluted

respectfully.

Joyce let out a sigh of relief. "I'm going to get some rest."

She smiled softly and gently caressed her small stomach.

She still had the children to take care of and needed to rest and protect

her own body.