Chapter 191

"No need." Luther stared, turning the phone over in front of him with

bloodstained fingers. His heart thudded, feeling unsettled

uncontrollably.

The cracked screen and the sharp tips of the broken glass, stained with

his bright red blood, looked particularly hideous.

Like an omen for something untoward to happen.

He stared straight at his phone, his mind growing more and more

uneasy.

“I'll do it." Casey picked up the phone and removed the chip and

memory card from it, and then put the broken phone into a plastic bag,

“Luther, I'm afraid the phone is completely broken. I'll go buy you a new

phone now while you go to the hotel and rest.”

"Wait." Luther blocked again.

"We'll go back this afternoon!" He was so determined that he didn't

want to wait one more minute.

“Luther, Professor Williams has made an appointment with you

tomorrow to talk about our latest automotive integrated casting design,

which Professor Williams is very interested in and will help us open up

the Mufron market. This meeting is very important and I have all the

materials ready. Because Professor Williams has a full daytime

schedule today, it will only take an hour tomorrow." Casey cautiously

reminded.

He felt that the boss was not right these days, especially today, and he

did not know what happened to the boss in the end. Was it because of

Joyce?

"We'll talk about it later, and we are going back in the afternoon.” Luther

insisted.

"But, there are no more flights today.” Casey explained, “The earliest

flight would be tomorrow noon."

“Don't we have a private jet in Mufron?" Luther frowned.

“Luther, the whole trip back from Mufron would take over ten hours, and

we didn't make route request in advance. Even if we have a private

plane, we wouldn't be able to take off." Casey replied. At that time, also

because of the suddenness of this trip, they did not have time to make

the request, otherwise usually Luther would be taking a private plane

both trips.

"How long does it take to get approved for an emergency flight?" Luther

thrust his hands into his pants pockets to hide the fact that his hands

were trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

“It's hard to say, I'll just have to give it my best shot." Casey returned,

“Luther, I'll send you back to the hotel to rest, then request a temporary

flight route and get you a new phone."

"Hmm." Luther was distracted, his thoughts drifting away.

Joyce knew better than to avoid his calls on purpose. Could it be that

her phone was dead? Was he thinking too much?

“Luther, this interview with Wilson is also beneficial to Joyce. If the

promotion is successful, in the future, it will greatly enhance her

international popularity. Luther, are you really not going to think about it

anymore?"

Luther was a little hesitant, perhaps he was too sensitive.

What could happen in the first place? There was a time difference

between the two places, and it was already night time at home. He

needed to fly back for more than ten hours, even if he rushed back

now, what could he do?

Since the interview was beneficial to Joyce, why not...

After taking all things into consideration, Luther instructed, "You call

now and move up tomorrow's meeting with Wilson to eight o'clock this

evening. He will meet me if he wants to, or we can talk about it next

time. Temporary emergency flight request for evening departure. You

hurry up and do it, I'll go back to the hotel myself."

"Yes, I will be right on my way, but you need to stop the bleeding in you

finger first." Casey answered in a hurry.

Luther looked at Casey's distant figure as he put his bleeding finger

between his thin lips and gently bit down to stop the bleeding.

The fishy taste of blood permeated his mouth.

Like the feeling of uneasiness in his heart, it grew more and more clear

uncontrollably. In any case, he must rush back tonight.