Chapter 776

After the silver sports car turned onto the rightmost lane, it left the

trailing black car completely behind, and they went completely different

ways since then, and it was impossible for the black car to follow them

anymore.

Joyce then gradually slowed down and drove all the way forward.

"Miss Knowles, are you even a car racer? Your drifting is quite

extraordinary.” There was a hint of pride in Luther's voice, and he did

not hide the appreciation in his eyes in the slightest. If she really was

Joyce, she was making him more and more proud.

"Car racer? How is that possible?" Joyce touched along the steering

wheel. "You know, I used to be a car designer, and of course I have an

understanding of the construction principles of cars, and their

performance. Isn't it normal that I can drift?"

"That's not necessarily true. After all, I have known car designers who

have completely no sense of direction. Turn left from there.” Luther

corrected her.

"..." No sense of direction ... It did poke Joyce's sore spot.

"Mr. Warner, keep an eye out for tickets lately. We just changed lanes

across the solid line, you must have been photographed.” She changed

the subject and reminded.

"It doesn't matter. A phone call will solve it." Luther's admiring gaze

lingered on her body.

Joyce also felt that she had just been too showy and added.

"I can't really drive very well. It's all because of your car. It drives

smoothly and is top-notch in every way. I also found it easier to get a

human-car unity than other sports cars.”

"Really? Since Miss Knowles is such a good match for this car, this car

is yours then." Luther said graciously with one arm around his chest

and with interest.

Joyce almost choked.

This limited-edition special sports car couldn't even be bought for 20 to

30 million dollars, and he was giving it to her? He was simply too

generous.

"Mr. Warner, you're not kidding, right? You are giving this car to me?"

She raised her voice and glanced at him incredulously as she drove.

“It's just a car. Why should I joke about it." Luther didn't think so,

"Something just has to be used by the right person in order to make the

most of its original value, right? Since Miss Knowles likes it, I'll give it to

you."

"Oh, Mr. Warner is so generous to women?" There was something sour

between Joyce's words that she didn't even notice herself.

She had a mask on her face, and in his eyes, she was supposed to be

another woman.

He casually gave away a luxury car that was worth tens of millions of

dollars without blinking an eye. Back then, she only borrowed 500,000

from him, and he thought she had come to him with a purpose. Just

how unfair!

She felt extremely unhappy.

Luther did not answer. He turned his head to look out the car window.

He was only generous to his own woman. Whether she admitted it or

not, he always felt that she was Joyce.

“Thank you. But unfortunately, I don't need it." Now that he didn't say

anything, she just refused.

"Why?" Luther turned back. He wasn't surprised, since if it was Joyce,

she wouldn't want it either.

Only, this woman in front of him who claimed to be Miss Zora ... he

wondered why she would refuse the car.

“The car also has to be driven by the right person.” Joyce laughed, "Mr.

Warner can afford to give it away, but I can't afford to keep it, not to

mention the huge annual insurance premiums and maintenance costs.

Even its screw is customized. I'm afraid it will cost a fortune."

“It's such a luxury car. Mr. Warner should keep it for himself. I can't

afford it."

"..." Luther was speechless. He did not expect her to give such a

reason, and he had no idea what to say next.