Chapter 483


    Rodney excitedly rushed to Joyce, holding her arm firmly, fearing that she was an illusion, and that she


    would disappear.


    Joyce did not expect the old man in front of her to suddenlye forward and grab her. His hand was


    very strong, and she felt pain already in her arms. However, she did not dare to break free, afraid that if


    she used too much force, the old man in front of her would fall.


    What a familiar face! When the old man turned around, Joyce thought he looked familiar. Like she had


    seen him somewhere before.


    But she couldn''t remember that for a moment.


    "Mia, Mia! I finally found you." Rodney grabbed Joyce tightly, his voice trembling with excitement.


    "Mister, I''m sorry, you have the wrong person, my name is not Mia."


    Joyce patiently, and with a smile, exined.


    At that moment, Manager Foster came forward, "Mister, is this the girl you''ve been looking for?"


    "Yes, it''s her, the person I met in the hotel corridor that day. It''s so simr, just so simr, Mia, I finally


    found you." Rodney wouldn''t let go of his hand, "Look, Manager Foster, I''m not lying to you. I really saw


    it!"


    "So, have you been to Riveria Haze before, have you met him?" Manager Foster asked Joyce


    curiously.


    "Wait. I have an impression." Joyce''s eyes shone brightly and seemed to think of something.


    She remembered the meeting between the Heaths and the Warners at Riveria Haze. At that time, in


    addition to Luther, Charlotte, Cecelia, which she knew, there was also someone else, dressed in a


    military uniform, and although his hair was silver white, his spirited eyes were still shining.


    At the time, she guessed that perhaps it was Charlotte''s grandfather.


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    Later, she identally bumped into this old man in the corridor, when she was so distracted and


    hurriedly apologized and then left. She remembered that he was on crutches that day, and today he


    was not on crutches. That’s why she didn''t think about it at first.


    "Mister, some time ago, I once bumped into you in the corridor of the club, right?" Joyce asked.


    "Yes, yes. At that time, you suddenly disappeared, and I couldn''t find you anywhere. Fortunately, today


    I finally found you!" Rodney said excitedly, his lips trembling. At this moment, he seemed to have


    traveled back in time, and back to his youth, forgetting that his hair had already turned so white.


    "I''m Rodney, themander-in-chief of the military district, Rodney Heath! Mia, don''t you remember


    me? It''s me!"


    "Mister, I''m really not Mia. Think about it, how old would the Mia you know be now?" Joyce smiled


    patiently. She knew he was Rodney, and she had recognized him, Charlotte''s grandfather. It seemed


    that the Mia he was calling out must be the person he had loved in his youth.


    And that''s when Manager Foster, who was standing on the sidelines, hurriedly patted her own chest.


    She was just fortunate enough today. He was the famed Mr. Heath of the Heath family, and it''s a good


    thing she had treated her quite patiently, otherwise she wouldn''t have enough heads to be chopped


    off…


    "If … If Mia was still around, should also be about the same age as me ..." Rodney was reminded by


    Joyce, and finally sobered up a few points. No matter how much the girl in front of him looked like Mia,


    she just would not be.


    "Yes, Mister, I''m only in my twenties this year, I can''t be the Mia you know." Joyce said with a light


    smile.


    "But you really do look too much like her." Rodney sighed.


    He calmed down and carefully examined Joyce. She was tall, her features were delicate, her eyes


    were just like obsidian, and her long eyebrows were slightly raised above her sexy lips. She looked


    quite handsome and yet at the same time sexy. She looked quite sharp and yet at the same time quite


    mild. And all these gave her a unique temperament.