Chapter 737

Meanwhile.

Luther and Casey waited at the airport for a long time. After the flight

they were waiting for had landed and all the people were gone, they still

didn't see the Miss Zora they were waiting for.

"President, could it be that we have missed it? After all, the flight

arrived earlier than schedule today.” Casey looked around, "Also, we

hadn't seen Miss Zora even once at all. I had expected that there would

be someone else at the airport to pick her up, and we would just have

to stop them midway. But Miss Zora did not ask the organizer of the

Summit to pick her up, either. We can only expect better luck next

time."

Luther looked disappointedly at the empty waiting area for departing

passengers.

What was he expecting? He was simply too eager.

"Go." Luther said in a cold voice. If they did not go, more passengers

from the next flight would come out.

They just wasted a trip today.

No, it wasn't really a waste of time.

When he thought of the little boy who just hit him with a slingshot,

Luther instructed again, "That little boy just now. You go and find out

which flight he was on, what his name is, where he is from, and who his

parents are.”

Even though he just had a quick glance at him, when he thought about

it now, he always felt that the little boy just now, with his outstanding

features, looked kind of like him.

That's why he felt a sense of attachment, and even if he hit him with a

slingshot, he did not get angry.

Although he did not know why the little boy hit him with a slingshot, did

he also take him as a thug?

"Okay, President, I'll get right on it." Casey couldn't figure out why the

president had to investigate a little boy. However, in these four years,

he had found it harder and harder for him to understand the president.

The little boy just now, however, was unforgettably good-looking.

Casey stole a glance at Luther. Actually, the little boy just now looked

kind of like the president. When he grew up, he would surely be a

charmer.

He sighed in his heart. What a pity it had been between the president

and Joyce. Four years, the president still could not come out of the

shadow of the past. Even he, a bystander, felt heartbroken when he

looked at the president.

As he walked to the parking lot, Casey suddenly remembered

something and said to Luther.

"By the way, President, I think I saw someone when I was parking just

now."

Luther turned around and raised an eyebrow, "Who?"

“I think I saw the young Mr. Roberts from Roberts Media. He had just

finished parking his car and was on the phone at the time." Casey tried

to think about more details, "I think... I think his name is Kane... I think

that's the name.”

"Oh, so what? Roberts Media has networking outlets all over the

country. What's so strange about the youngest son of the Roberts

family showing up here?" Luther wondered.

Casey explained as he respectfully opened the car door and invited the

president to get in.

"President, the youngest son of the Roberts family has been known as

a genius since childhood, but he refused to inherit the family business,

and refused to study journalism and media. It is said that he loves

electronic technology, and I am wondering if he is also here for the

Summit?"

Casey started the vehicle and pulled out of the parking lot.

"What does it have to do with us?" Luther was not impressed. He

propped one hand on his forehead and instructed, "I'll rest for a while.

Let me know when we get to the hotel.”

“Yes ... it did have nothing to do with us." Casey shrugged. The

president had lost interest in anything right now unless it had something

to do with Joyce.

That said, Roberts Media and the Warner family were still somewhat

related, and they were sort of distant relatives.

The Khebury branch of Roberts Media had previously worked closely

with the R&S Group. After all, the power of media and the internet could

not be underestimated in these years. The Roberts Group had also

grown bigger and bigger over the past few years.