Chapter 100

Mathew shrugged helplessly, “I wanted to tell you and I called you one

morning and our Mrs. Warner answered and said you were in the

shower. Then you never return my call, so I assumed you didn't need to

know."

“You are..." Luther swung his fist, really wanting to punch him in the

face.

Joyce vaguely recalled that she seemed to have received a phone call

from Mathew when she had pneumonia.

"Besides, you can't ask your wife yourself?" Mathew bumped Luther

with his arm, with a wicked smile, "You sleep in the same bed, what

else can't you ask each other?"

Luther gasped and turned to glare at Joyce, questioning, "How come

you never mentioned that.”

Joyce laughed lightly, her smile bright and beautiful, "Come on, you

didn't ask either, huh? What? Did you ever suspect me of being a

killer?"

"You!" Luther was defeated by the retort, yes he damn well did suspect

her of being an assassin, "So all the six years you had your history

erased and went to some shooting training?"

“You could say that. What else could it be? Could I go to some killer

training camp?” Joyce graciously admitted everything since she

thought there was no need to hide it.

"..." Luther felt helpless when he heard her retorts.

"So, Joyce, why did you disappear in the middle of the World Shooting

Championships?" Mathew went back to the original question, a doubt

that had plagued him for a long time since he found out.

"I..." The question touched the deepest and most painful wound in

Joyce's heart.

She went silent. It was well in the past already. Yet when she thought

about it suddenly, she just found that it still hurt so bad, and the pain

was not even any less severe with the passage of time.

The scars were uncovered again, and surprisingly, the blood was still

flowing inside, not healing at all.

The day of the final was also the day Justin broke both legs ...

She didn’t want to think back on what she went through that day.

She suddenly felt pain in her chest and pressed her hands tightly

against her chest, gasping for breath.

Knowing that she had lost her manners, she hurriedly turned her face

to the side to calm her jumbled heartbeat.

Felix knew she did not look very well, and he could see that Joyce must

have something she didn't want to talk about. He nudged Mathew, and

gave him a wink, indicating that he should not pursue the question.

Luther stood still, his mind whirling.

It felt like everything was converging into one line.

World Shooting Championships was exactly two years ago.

Two years ago Joyce skipped a grade to get into the University of

Conard.

Two years ago Justin disappeared.

All the same, everything happened two years ago. These things must

have been related.

Luther suddenly asked, "Felix, the Saunders family was the biggest

sponsor behind the World Shooting Championships two years ago,

right?"

He paused. Although he was asking Felix, his eagle-like gaze was fixed

on Joyce, as the words burst out from between his teeth, "Or, was it

JAXAH Corporation Bank?"

Felix froze for a moment. Why would Luther suddenly ask about this?

His family sponsored so many events, how could he remember

everything clearly, and it had been two years.

"Yes, JAXAH Corporation Bank."

Luther's question was answered.

By Joyce.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, opened them again, and

repeated, "It's JAXAH Corporation Bank."

Luther's handsome face instantly turned iron. He snorted and his voice

was extremely cold, "The sponsor's son, and the champion, so that's

how you know each other?"

In the end, between her and Justin, was all about the clichéd story of

the son of a rich family and a Cinderella who just fell in love at first

sight.