Chapter 236

A group of reporters besieged Joyce like flies and could not be swatted

away.

The flashing lights flashed continuously.

She could barely open her eyes and could only raise her hand to block

it.

"Sorry, no comment. The police department will announce the latest

progress themselves.” Joyce answered while raising her hand to shield

her face.

Luther had just reached the parking lot when he heard a commotion

behind him and looked back. Joyce was surrounded by reporters. He

turned around and walked back with a frown on his face.

This group of journalists did find a good spot to hide, just now hiding in

the bush outsides the cemetery, and now they were all coming out.

He looked around and saw Jacqueline and Shelly taking a detour

towards the parking lot and his heart lit up. It seemed that the two of

them must have leaked the news of Joyce's presence here to the

media. After all, only a very few people knew that Stephanie was being

buried here today.

Aaron also noticed what's going on outside and hurriedly got out of the

Bentley and quickly followed Luther.

He anxiously inquired, "President, do you need me to clear them all

away?"

Luther waved his hand as he walked away, "No need, the media can

never be blocked after such a big event. They've been waiting for so

long, let them get some useful information.”

"Okay. I'll bring the car over and wait." Aaron said respectfully, and he

took a glance at Joyce, who was surrounded by reporters. With a

wound on her back, and now she was being pushed around. He was

afraid the scab would crack again.

Joyce was bombarded by reporters in turn, she tried to break through

the crowd to go outside, but she had an injury on her back, so she did

not dare to move too much. She could only dodge from side to side. It

was indeed better than just standing there but after a long while she

was still in the same place.

At that moment, a reporter pulled her hard from behind.

She felt as if her wound were torn apart and couldn't help but whimper

in pain.

Just then, the crowd of besiegers was forcibly separated, and the next

moment, she fell into a warm embrace.

A familiar feeling, a familiar smell. Without looking up, she knew it was

Luther coming.

The reporters were even more excited to see Luther in person, chasing

after and asking questions non-stop. Everyone wanted to get first-hand

information. Several media companies even turned on live video and

reported live with their eyebrows raised.

"Hello everyone, behind me, here is Khebury's most expensive private

cemetery, where we meet the long-lost president of the R&S Group, Mr.

Luther, and his wife Joyce, who is under suspicion of murder. Let's see

the latest developments!"

A reporter came forward with a microphone for an interview.

“Luther, do you think your wife is a murderer?"

Luther replied coldly, "She is not. I believe that soon the police will find

out the real murderer. Please ask the police about the progress of the

specific case.”

When reporters saw that Luther had opened his mouth to answer

questions today, they scrambled to get in front of him. Usually Luther

almost never spoke to them, but today she was willing to answer

questions directly, even live. Of course, they would ask all the

questions they had.

Luther took Joyce's arm and pulled her along, heading for where Aaron

parked.

Because it was surrounded by the crowd, a short dozen meters

seemed infinitely long...