Chapter 227
You Hit My Heart
His fingers never left her back.
He was like fondling some object he loved so much in his hand.
This feeling made her face buried in the blanket redder and redder, and
finally, she could not help but to stop him, "Enough, that's enough.â
Luther then pulled out a few napkins and wiped his fingers clean.
âYou haven't said who hit you." He asked with a frown.
Joyce was lying on her side, âI don't know, not the prison guard who
was assigned to my section. She took me into a dark room in the
middle of the night telling me that someone wanted to see me. Without
saying a word, she took out a whip and tried to beat me."
Luther frowned at the use of torments in the detention center. It looked
like it was ordered by a superior.
He also wanted to ask more questions.
At that moment, his cell phone rang.
He picked up the phone and it was Jacqueline calling.
On the phone, Jacqueline's voice was all agitated, "Luther, I heard that
you spent a hundred million dollars to get Joyce out of jail on bail?"
The sound was so loud that even Joyce next to her could hear it. She
frowned slightly and listened.
"Yes," Luther replied.
"O! Luther! Did you sign the divorce papers? And, when you left, what
did I tell you about getting Joyce out on bail? Why don't you listen to
your mother at all?" On the phone, Jacqueline said bitterly.
"You said anything about that? I don't remember.â Luther said faintly,
and suddenly, he asked, "Not bail her out and let her stay in the
detention center to make it easier for you to do something, is that
right?â
âLuther, what do you mean by that? You're actually speaking for the
murderer who killed your grandmother and cheated you for your
grandmother's inheritance? Are you completely bewitched by this
bitch? Is it possible that this bitch is with you right now?" On the phone,
Jacqueline's incredulous voice came out.
The sound was so loud that it exploded the ears, and even Joyce
couldn't help but frown.
She stroked her forehead; indeed, she was with Luther, the "bitch".
Hey, Luther did not even go aside to answer the phone. It was more or
less forcing her to listen along.
"Joyce was injured in the detention center. Did you do that?" Luther
asked bluntly, without trying to sound even just a bit nicer.
Even Joyce couldn't help but cover his mouth when she heard this.
How could you directly question Jacqueline without any evidence?
âInjured? What kind of injury can she suffer? Luther, you must not be
fooled by her again. Sign the divorce and get rid of her. Get all your
grandmother's shares back. This is the most important thing. The
media is now very favorable to you, your divorce now will not cause any
negative impact. Luther, Luther, are you listening?"
Jacqueline's words weren't finished.
Luther has choked off the phone.
He had a general idea in his mind that Jacqueline was now most
concerned about the shares left by Stephanie. Since he was much
younger, he knew Jacqueline was not good at lying. If it was her, he
could hear it just from the conversation just now. He could now be sure
that what happened to Joyce had nothing to do with Jacqueline.
It seemed that there was someone else who wanted to teach Joyce a
lesson in prison.
That's odd.
From beginning to end, this was a family matter for the Warner family.
Who would want to hurt Joyce at this time? And what could be the
purpose?
Doubts abounded, and he always felt that perhaps, this would be the
key to the problem.