Chapter 220

When they walked out of the detention center, it was already raining

heavily outside.

The wind had been blowing all night, and finally, it began to rain. The

large raindrops smashed the ground mercilessly.

Aaron was waiting at the door with a black umbrella.

When he saw Joyce and Luther walking out, he rushed up to help them

with the umbrella, opened the car door, and put them in the back seat

of the Bentley.

"President, the bail formalities are done. I'll come by tomorrow and give

them a document and we will be fine.” Aaron closed the car door, sat in

the driver's seat, and said with a serious expression.

"Hmm. Take us back to the apartment and then you go get some more

alcohol, gauze, antiseptic, and wound medicine.” Luther buckled

Joyce's seat belt and put his arm across the back of her head, "Don't

you move, sit tight. Try not to lean your back against the back of the

chair and just rest your neck on my arm."

Aaron turned around and asked in surprise, "Ma'am, are you injured?"

"Nothing, just a little bruise,” Joyce said back. When she saw Aaron's

eyes full of trust at this moment, her heart warmed up.

Although she usually did not like Aaron to call her Ma'am, at this time

the way Aaron called her showed his faith in her and she was

overwhelmed with relief.

Luther scrolled his eyes at Joyce and didn't say anything. The wood

was so deep and she still said it was a small bruise. She was just too

stubborn.

Joyce looked out of the car window at the detention center flashing

backward. The closed iron gate in the rainstorm gradually got blurred

as it went farther and farther away, and finally, she could no longer see

it. All sorts of emotion surged into her heart. She never thought she

would have a chance to come to such a place in her lifetime.

Joyce suddenly recalled what Vicki had said when she was leaving,

"Joyce, goodbye, see you later."

She didn't expect what Vicki said to come true.

After all, Vicki had been quite experienced in this place, and she must

have known it would take quite a background to be able to meet

someone in a detention center at midnight, and thus Joyce would

certainly not be brought back to the cell.

The Bentley drove for a long time, and Joyce sat in the car, resting on

Luther's arm for a nap.

When it arrived, Luther gently woke her up.

"Joyce, wake up. You have to get down and walk on your own. There

was the injury on your back, or I'd carry you in." His voice was low and

magnetic. It woke her up from her sleep.

"I can walk by myself." Joyce woke up and shook her head off as she

got out of the car.

Every step she took after that tugged at the wound and hurt extra badly.

She gritted her teeth and endured it.

This was Luther's apartment in the city, and she's never been here

before.

Originally she thought it was just an ordinary apartment. When she

opened the door, she was simply stunned. There were several floors

inside the apartment, and there was simply everything inside - giant

chandeliers, an all-glass transparent revolving staircase, ultra-modern

decor, voice-activated lights, curtain-like backdrop, and intelligent

systems.

She made quite an effort to get to her room, and she hurriedly plopped

down on the soft bed.

Sore and tired and panting.

She could no longer bear it and grunted softly in pain.

“Now you know it hurts?" Luther walked up to her, his tone tinged with

displeasure, "Not that, a little bruise?"

The pain was killing her and Joyce did not even bother to argue with

him. She only want to take care of her wound. That prison guard had hit

her pretty hard. Fortunately, she could not use her right hand,

otherwise, perhaps the whip might crack her bone easily and she would

not even be able to stand up. She was really trying to kill her, right?