Chapter 1030

The night was extraordinarily quiet.

Inside the apartment, it was so quiet that she could even hear her own

breath.

The sense of urgency of the unexpected call and the ringing that

seemed to never stop made her feel suffocating.

Joyce held out her hand and hesitated for a moment.

What could Otis be doing calling her at this late hour?

Besides, Mr. Clark had just died, and Otis was looking for her at such a

time?

“Thump-Thump-Thump!" Her heart seemed to be pounding straight

against her chest disorderly.

When the ringing was about to stop, she finally pressed the answer

button.

At the very moment, it would be even stranger if she did not answer the

phone.

"Hello, Mr. Robertson, what do you want from me at this late hour?"

Joyce had already calmed down when she picked up the phone, her

voice was clear and bright, and she sounded just like her usual self.

"Ms. Knowles, what took you so long to answer the phone?" Otis’ voice

was slightly lowered.

"Oh, just got out of the shower. Mr. Robertson, what do you want?"

Joyce said back.

"What? Can't I call you if I have got nothing?" Otis smiled wickedly, "I

missed you before I called you."

"Mr. Robertson don't make jokes. If there's nothing I'll hang up, I had a

full day of meetings today and arrived home late. I'm already tired and

want to rest early.” Joyce frowned.

“Is that so?" Otis smiled, his meaning unclear.

Joyce's frown deepened, and she felt Otis must have known

something.

"Ms. Knowles, is the design ready yet? Let's meet tomorrow and you

can show it to me." Otis paused, "You're coming alone. And don't bring

that guy again. What's her name, Kane?"

Joyce looked aghast. Alone?

She remembered Karl's repeated advice to her not to get in touch with

Otis lately, especially not to see Otis alone.

So she politely refused, "Mr. Robertson, I'm sorry. There's a problem

about the details of the design, and I need time to revise it. Let's give it

a week, and then I'll show you when I've finished it."

"Ms. Knowles does things with real excellence." Otis was laughing

coolly.

“I must, otherwise how can I live up to your trust, Mr. Robertson, and

the high design fees you pay?" Joyce said politely in return.

"Well, I won't disturb your rest. I'm hanging up now. Good night, and

good dreams to you."

Otis said in an ambiguous voice, emphasizing the word "good dreams",

and hung up the phone.

Joyce looked at the phone and was even more puzzled.

Why did Otis sound so strange? She always felt something was wrong

and couldn't tell what it was.

She was quite sleepy, but this inexplicable phone call from Otis made

her sleepless.

Glancing at Anderson, who was sleeping peacefully inside the room,

her narrow eyebrows were raised and a hint of worry surfaced on her

face.

The inexplicable sense of unease in her heart, in the thick of the night,

once again spread.

The next day.

Luther made a special trip to the orphanage yesterday afternoon.

He ran short and got news that shocked him greatly.

Ms. Armstrong disappeared. After the charity party that day, Ms.

Armstrong was going to return to the orphanage exactly that night.

However, she was not heard of after the party.

Neither she returned to Khebury, nor did anyone know where she was

in the Capital.

It was as if she had evaporated from the earth.

The police came to ask for Ms. Armstrong, who was listed as a missing

person, and requested the Capital Police Station to help with the

investigation, but so far they got no progress.