Chapter 781

"Oh, Miss Knowles never failed to surprise me."

As he said, he stepped forward and took her arm, leading her out of the

presidential suite, "Let's go hide on the rooftop for a while."

"Good." Joyce sniffed and it indeed smelt something was burning, but it

was not like anything serious, "I think the smell of smoke is not really

strong. What happened again actually?"

She felt extremely unhappy. She had got so many accidents in such a

luxurious hotel and she was so wretched. She really had a lot to

complain about.

“I don't know, but let's go now. Come on, let's take the fire escape.”

Luther opened the door to the fire escape, "Our rooms are on the top

floor, so they are closest to the rooftop. Don't worry, it will be fine."

“I'm not worried, and I'm just annoyed." Joyce couldn't help but

complain, "There's no end to it."

She ran out in her bathrobe. Although her body was all covered, she

seemed more or less rude.

When they were halfway up the stairs and had not yet reached the

rooftop...

The fire alarm suddenly stopped again.

"What's going on? Why isn't the fire alarm going off again?" Joyce

stopped in her tracks, dissatisfaction in her voice.

“I don't know." Luther shrugged his shoulders in helplessness.

He looked at her mud-covered face and snickered, "Luckily the hotel

isn't on fire, or Miss Knowles’ pretty face will cause quite a shock when

she gets to the rooftop in the middle of the night.”

"Oh, it's a black clay mask. I didn't have the time to wash it off in a hurry

just now." Joyce explained. She then thought about it again, and she

felt the need to add, "We just have to take care of our skin as women

and I hope you don’t mind."

“Is that so?" Luther's sharp eyes went straight into her eyes, "But I

remember that last night, when I gave you skincare products on behalf

of R&S Group, you said you didn't use these products yourself and it

was a waste to give them to you?"

He used what she said yesterday to question her.

He just could not help but think that she didn't use the black clay mask

because she needed them but because she wanted to hide her real

face.

Sure enough something was wrong.

"Ahem." Joyce felt a little awkward, "There is no woman who does not

love beauty. It's just that I don’t think it's appropriate to receive such an

expensive gift from Mr. Warner so soon, so I just said that."

“I must thank Mr. Warner for the skin care products, and I love them."

She cleared her throat, a little awkward.

She always felt that she had done something wrong today and he had

seen her through.

And his probing eyes made her feel like she had fallen into a trap.

It was as if she smelled the stink of a conspiracy.

She thought that everything that happened today was not quite normal.

At the first fire alarm she got soaked through and the second fire alarm

sent her scurrying out of the bathroom.

Perhaps, from the time he wouldn't let her leave and insisted on driving

her, she was in the middle of the trap he had set up.

Could it be the truth?

"Really, I am happy that you like it."

Luther stared at her coldly and sharply, the corners of his lips curved in

a sophisticated curve, and now he suspected even more than ever that

she was Joyce.

Although she was wearing a black clay mask and he could only see her

eyes.

But her eyes now looked even more like Joyce than she was without

the clay mask. When he could not see her entire face, these were

simply Joyce's eyes! Sharp, cold, proud, determined, and witty.