Chapter 23 Do You Need a Massage?

The car drove to the villa.

Mr. Lloyd's Bugatti was the most comfortable car Julissa had ever been in. How comfortable was it? For example, there was TV in the car for Mr. Lloyd's meeting. For another example, it was bulletproof and noise-proof. Even if the tires had just run over something, it made people feel nothing. It was as if they were not sitting in the car, but at home.

Julissa had seen much of the world, but compared to what she had seen before, it was better not to mention it.

Mr. Lloyd liked to be quiet, just like him, no matter he was in the car or the villa.

In the villa, Julissa often made him a cup of herbal tea or at least cleaned up the house. But in the car, there were two seats in Bugatti. Julissa couldn't even find something to do to distract herself. What's more, if she looked around, it would be a joke when a country girl entered the city.

She was a senior maid, but they had never told her what to do in the same car as the owner?

She straightened her back and looked ahead, as if she was ready to listen to the master's orders at any time.

Mr. Lloyd did not notice the slight change in her expression. He had been reading the documents ever since he came out of the banquet. The hangover last night made him suffer today. He was just good at enduring and hiding.

In the sealed car, the rose fragrance of the woman beside him came to his nose, which eased his throbbing nerves slightly, but it only lasted for a moment.

Whenever Mr. Lloyd needed a massage, his thumb and index finger would rub between his eyebrows. Julissa found something to do and asked, "Do you need a massage?"

She almost acted mischievously when she found something to do, but she hid it very well. She was considerate and smart.

Mr. Lloyd nodded and put down his seat, his head appearing in front of Julissa.

All the luxury cars and equipment were equipped with all kinds of advanced intelligence. Julissa was not surprised at all and did her job quietly.

Mr. Lloyd slowly closed his eyes as if he was taking a bath at home.

The massage method of the smart maid had always won his heart. Her soft finger fell on both sides of his temples, just like the rain that had dried up for a long time. Not only was it moist, but it was also able to breathe.

Julissa rubbed the acupoints on the head of Mr. Lloyd and glanced at the documents. Julissa estimated that they were at least two inches high. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility.

Julissa wondered if there were any documents that her father wanted. Just as she was trying to find a way to read them, Edwin opened the partition of the front row and back row and said, "Mr. Lloyd, there is a car following us!"

Mr. Lloyd was enjoying the maid's massage. He suddenly opened his eyes. Julissa had never seen such ruthlessness in his eyes before.

As Julissa got in the car, the TV lit up. It seemed that this car conference video not only had the function of holding a meeting, but also could record the images within hundreds of feet around. But what surprised her was not this, but the car that was driving toward Mr. Lloyd in the video-K8857!

It was her father!

Julissa was not the only special agent in the organization. Every time he felt there was need backups, he would drive this car with a Moss code which translate means "My daughter, father is here to help you!"

How could his father act rashly when Mr. Lloyd had just given him the drawing of the USB flash drive?

Mr. Lloyd put away his chair and regained his usual coldness. "How confident are you?"

As he finished speaking, a helicopter approached!

As Julissa narrowed her eyes, Mr. Lloyd rushed over and quickly put down her seat.

A penetrative object knocked over the Bugatti.