Chapter 1198

Inside the special vehicle.

Karl drove the car himself, with Luther and Joyce in the back seat.

There was a momentary freeze.

Luther did not dare to speak easily. Before Joyce mentioned Iris, their

daughter who was not breathing before she was born and he was also

in pain at the moment.

Although Joyce did not mention it now, but he knows that this knot in

her heart will not pass easily.

He carefully watched her face, from her calm expression, he could not

see any happiness or sadness.

The more calm, often the more buried under the waves, the more

people feel afraid.

He couldn't help but feel anxious.

He thought that when she took off her mask and met him honestly, they

could go back to the old days.

However, he did not know the bad news about Iris until today.

Can she, still forgive him?

Think of her sobbing, determined words before she shot him.

Although the shooting was just acting but it was not her heartfelt wail?

He felt a chill down his spine and his whole body was completely cold.

He suddenly did not have a grasp. He also felt that he was not qualified

to ask for her forgiveness.

Charlotte finally gets what she deserved. Yet, at the moment, he feels

that things are far from over.

At that moment, as if Joyce suddenly remembered something, she

leaned forward and approached the front seat.

Ask Karl, "By the way, I shot Charlotte four times. Does that count as

intentional injury? It's against the law, right!"

Karl stared back at Joyce and said, "Miss Charlotte, you just

remembered!"

Joyce, “..."

She just felt a bit relieved. When she shot Ricky, theoretically, her own

life was threatened, and killing Ricky was self-defense.

But this time was different, Charlotte does not pose a threat to her.

Instead, she crippled Charlotte.

She held her forehead and had some headache, "What should we do?"

Luther sat next to Joyce and looked at her with amusement. She was

so worried about this that she underestimated his ability. What can't be

bought with money?

"Don't worry. I'll handle it, eliminate the traces, clear the relationship

with you. I can do this. I'm not sitting in my current position for nothing.”

Karl showed a disdainful smile, a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

"Okay." Joyce shrugged and leaned back on top of her seat.

Luther saw her look relaxed and something haunted him.

He couldn't help but ask, "Joyce, when you put this pin on me, did you

guess it would come to this?"

He could finally call her Joyce, after he had resisted calling her Zora

because he didn't want to acknowledge in his heart the fact that she

didn't want to recognize him.

Joyce glanced faintly at Luther.

"How can that be, I'm not a god.”

"Then why?" Luther spread the pin in his hand.

Karl glanced in the rear-view mirror, and his mind was clear. It seems

that before he arrived, Joyce and Luther cooperated in a play, and

Joyce must have shot Luther in the chest. The bullet was deflected by

the pin, thus fooling Charlotte.

He bowed his head and smiled. Only Joyce is probably the only person

in the world who has this kind of amazing marksmanship.

“I meant to customize this pin as a precaution against Otis. I didn't think

it would come in handy today." Joyce explained, “Otis is too difficult to

deal with, so everything must be thought through.”

"Oh."

Luther's heart surged with joy, no matter what, she couldn't let him die.

Knowing this is already the greatest relief for him.