Chapter 1174

Joyce stopped for a moment in the wind and snow.

She reached out and hailed a cab. She didn't drive her own car.

Although she was vaguely aware that Luther had a tracker in her car

and that Karl might be able to track the movement of her vehicle in real

time as well, however, it was a double-edged sword.

Luther and Karl could know her movements.

So could Otis.

In the past two days, she always had the feeling that she was being

secretly watched, and she suspected that Otis had sent someone to

follow her around. Therefore, she needed to avoid Otis’ eyes.

After she got into the cab, the driver politely asked, "Where are you

going?"

"Club Pascaylia," Joyce said lightly.

"Ah, what's the point of going there in the cold?" The driver glanced at

the rearview mirror and was surprised, "You sound like a foreigner,

right? The Capital is notorious for its poor luck. A pair of brothers was

developing the building, yet they died one after another, and then the

funds were cut off, and the building was abandoned. There were

several company owners who wanted to take over the building, but in

the end they gave up. They went bankrupt, closed down, or jumped

from the building. It is said that they were all cursed. After that, no one

dares to take the land.”

"Now the vicinity of that place has been all deserted. Who would go

there? Did you get the wrong address?"

The driver rattled on and on.

"No mistake, Club Pascaylia,” Joyce repeated, glancing at the map on

her phone's navigation, "You drop me off at the intersection and I'll walk

there myself."

The driver couldn't help but glance back at Joyce and sighed, "Okay.

You pay, and you say where to go. You take care of your own safety."

"Thanks." Joyce bowed her head.

She hesitated to call Karl.

Although, she previously promised Juanita that she would call Karl. But

when she was actually sitting in the cab, she hesitated. Four years ago,

she left Karl and took a risk alone, Juanita said, and Karl felt guilty

about it for four whole years.

She didn't know what kind of torment Karl had suffered, but she knew

that he was safe and sound.

This was the best ending.

Little did she know what she would face today.

She wasn't completely sure.

But she still decided to go there alone.

Once again, she chose to leave Karl behind.

She wanted to take revenge herself!!!

Thinking of this, she took out her phone and edited a timed email to

Karl, telling him about the matter and the address, and Karl would

automatically receive this email two hours later.

She thought that it would be best if she could work it out herself.

When she couldn't solve it, she asked Karl to come and take care of it.

This was the best arrangement.

About half an hour later, the cab arrived at Club Pascaylia.

“You can get off here." The driver said, reaching out and pointing to the

left front, "That rotten building in front of you."

"Okay, thanks." Joyce paid the money and after she got out of the car,

she looked around.

Sure enough, it was a depressing scene.

Crossing the road, she came on top of a ruin, uninhabited and devoid

of life.

Overgrown with weeds, covered with snow, directly in front, a rotten

building about a dozen stories high was standing in the middle of the

ruins, and the uneven outer walls were patchy and peeling.

Joyce reached out and touched the pistol she had pinned to her waist.

She took a deep breath and cautiously walked into the building.