You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 187

After saying that, he left cool and handsome.

"Urgh!" Juanita pouted at him from behind his back.

She began to feel worried, what else could she do for Joyce? It must have been a well planned murder,

and Joyce must have encountered unprecedented difficulties. What should she do?

While she was pacing hesitantly, Karl suddenly turned back.

"You're eager to help your friend?" He asked.

"You need to ask?" Juanita's bright eyes shone brightly, "Can you reveal any information to me?"

"Before she died, Stephanie changed the shares that were originally for Jacqueline and Shelly and left

them all to Joyce," Karl reminded Juanita, "so can you still trust her?"

After saying that, he once again turned away in a cold and absolute manner.

Juanita was left standing there with a stunned look on her face.

Oh my God, Stephanie was dead and changed her will before she died! Won't that give Joyce more of

a motive? At this point she realized that she had subconsciously chosen to believe Joyce in the first

place, because her first thought was that Joyce would be in even more trouble.

What to do?

She wanted to call Luther, but when she picked up the phone, she finally put it down.

With the death of a loved one, the division of her shares, and the dispute over his own interests, she

was suddenly unsure. Could she trust Luther, and would Luther trust Joyce?

She suddenly lost confidence. She had been so familiar with those tricks since childhood. The so-

called love was just so fragile in front of the interests.

Finally, she sent a text message to Karl.

"Officer Karl, I believe Joyce unconditionally. Please open your dog eyes!"

Karl took his log book and laptop and came to the inquiry room. Just sat down, he received a text

message from Juanita. He glanced at his phone and frowned slightly. Juanita was a rather hardcore

supporter of Joyce, only her wording is really…

He sat upright and looked at Joyce in front of him with a cold expression.

Joyce sat stiffly in her chair, she didn't speak, she didn't cry, and she seemed to be in a deep thought.

She was unworldly beautiful, and at that moment she seemed to be hidden in the mist of thin smoke,

with her unique melancholy. In her eyes were endless sadness.

This was real heartfelt sadness. He could feel it even if he just stood aside and looked at her.

Karl almost tipped the scales of his heart directly toward her at this moment.

He even stopped breathing for a few seconds, realizing that he was out of his element, and that he was

actually attracted to the person in front of him. He hastily snapped out of it. He was a police officer,

justice hung over his head, and he must not get affected by personal feelings.

In his hand, he placed Joyce's personal belongings that were temporarily confiscated. A pistol, which

looked sophisticated and classy. If he was correct, it was a limited edition "Witness Paffner", which was

designed for women. There was also her cell phone, and the broken screen showed several missed

calls, all from Luther.

Suddenly, Joyce's cell phone rang again.

The screen showed an international number. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Because he was in the process of questioning and was inconvenienced by the interruption, Karl simply

hung up and then turned Joyce's cell phone off.

"We can start now. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will be used against you

in a court of law." Karl cleared his throat and said seriously. He turned on his computer and prepared to

start recording.

However, Joyce's face was expressionless and she didn't say a word.