Chapter 566: Chapter 566

Mia Lane’s mood had calmed down considerably at this point, but she still inexplicably felt a bit awkward.

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Justin Kingston’s aura had also softened quite a bit.

Finally, he stood in front of her desk, "Let’s go check out Anton Ford’s club later; Finn Morgan said it’s already completed, and the equipment has been bought. Let’s call Anton Miller to go see it together."

Since it was related to Anton Miller, Mia Lane didn’t refuse, "Okay." It counted as part of her work.

Justin Kingston looked at her; he actually had more to say to her, but he held back.

"Then get ready, I’ll come over and get you in a bit." He then turned and left, thinking it might be better to talk in the private space of the car later.

Watching his back, Mia Lane felt a strange sensation welling up in her chest.

About an hour later, Justin Kingston returned.

He stood at the door and knocked on the open office door, "Ready to go?"

Mia Lane glanced up at him, tidied her desk simply, and stood up to leave, "Hailey, we’re heading to the club first."

Justin Kingston deliberately didn’t bring a driver on this trip. Exiting the company lobby, he opened the passenger door of the Lamborghini, gentlemanly guiding her into the car, "Be careful," and bent down to help her fasten the seatbelt.

"I can do it myself." Mia Lane felt awkward, but he quickly helped fasten it, leaving a gentle kiss on her cheek before closing the car door.

Justin Kingston quickly started the car after getting in.

"About my covert trip to Korland, I owe you a serious apology." Justin Kingston held the steering wheel with one hand and took her hand with the other.

Mia Lane instinctively tried to pull away, but he gripped tighter.

Considering driving safety, she conceded and stopped struggling.

The warmth of their palms intertwined, as the car continued along the road. Content originally comes from novel·fıre·net

"I shouldn’t have gone to her bedroom, I didn’t consider the consequences," His voice was low and magnetic, "I also shouldn’t have investigated behind your back, acting without consulting you."

"..." After a day and night, Mia Lane’s mood had already calmed.

She turned to look at his profile, "Actually, I’ve forgiven you."

As Justin Kingston drove, he turned to meet her gaze, a smile playing at the corner of his lips, "Thank you."

"Watch the road ahead." Mia Lane reminded, "Drive carefully." She too withdrew her gaze.

Feeling him tighten his grip on her hand, Justin Kingston cherished this moment, air laced with a hint of happiness.

The club he prepared for Anton Miller was huge, larger than Mia Lane had imagined.

Moreover, the building’s shape was unique. Getting out of the car, she stood outside the building and looked up, "..." Stunned by the sight.

"Doesn’t it look like Noah’s Ark?" Justin Kingston asked her with a smile.

"Yes, it really does; no wonder it looks so strange!"

"Anton Ford likes these unique designs, just like all young people." Justin Kingston put his arm around her shoulder and led her inside, "Even as a kid, he liked unusual toys."

He actually knew Anton Miller very well, stemming from his care and concern for him.

"Good day, Mr. Kingston." Several assistants responsible for this area greeted respectfully, "Good day, Madam."

Justin Kingston nodded in acknowledgment, and Mia Lane responded, "Hello, thank you for your hard work."

"It’s nothing, it’s what we should do."

The several hundred square meters of flooring was clean as a whistle, with silent sweeping robots cleaning away.

The ceiling was very high, easily over ten meters, feeling spacious without any oppression.

The spiral staircase was silver, winding up the walls, standing in the lobby, you could see seven or eight arched doors on the second floor, each painted with different cartoon designs.

There were black punching bags hanging down and several cool gym equipment.

The most eye-catching feature was the two-meter-wide slide, directly connecting the third floor to the ground, its design fitting the young aesthetic.

"You can call Anton Ford now." Justin Kingston looked at the woman in his arm, "Would you like to do it?"