Female Novel
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 glancednovelbin
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.