Chapter 307

According to Ricky, he had installed a time bomb on Joyce.

At that time they were in the middle of nowhere, certainly, they could

get no help at all and Joyce was sure to die.

But even now, she did not get any exact news.

Could it be that Luther was in a bad mood and sounded so bad

because Joyce had died?

If so, that's great.

The police concealed the progress of the incident extremely well. Even

with her background, she could not get any inside information. It was

said that only Officer Karl knew the real situation.

"No. What's your problem?" Luther asked in a cold voice.

“I... I heard from Mrs. Warner that something happened. I was worried,

so I wanted to ask you, is everything okay?" Charlotte asked cautiously,

not daring to ask more questions for fear of exposing herself, “I'm

relieved to hear your voice."

Luther wondered, "My mother? How did she know something

happened to Joyce?"

The situation was so urgent that he didn't tell anyone at all.

Not to mention Jacqueline or Shelly, who could not help at all but

caused more trouble.

So, how did they know, and how did Charlotte know? It was weird.

Charlotte could barely hide the ecstasy that came up inside her when

she heard that something had happened to Joyce.

Did she really get what she wanted? Joyce, the eyesore, was finally

dead? That's great!

In fact, it was she who deliberately hinted to Jacqueline to ask Aaron

while Jacqueline was looking around for Luther. And they knew Luther

was having an emergency.

"What? Something happened to Joyce?" Charlotte feigned surprise and

cried out, "Oh my God! How could something like this happen!"

Luther frowned at Charlotte's unpleasantly exaggerated voice, which

sounded as if Joyce were dead.

When he said something happened to Joyce, he meant Joyce was

kidnapped, not that Joyce was dead.

Charlotte cried like a mourner, and he was disgusted.

He couldn't help interrupting, "She's fine now. Don't worry about it. Do

you have anything else? Or I'm hanging up now.”

"..." Charlotte froze. For a moment, she couldn't say a word.

Joyce was okay? What could that mean?

Joyce was not dead? Not dead? How was that possible?

"Hello, hello.” Charlotte wanted to ask for clarification, but at the other

end of the line, there was only a "beep beep beep” busy tone.

Apparently, Luther had hung up the phone impatiently.

She seems to have stopped thinking, blankly looking at the phone that

had been blacked out.

Ricky walked right up to her, saw her confused expression, and asked

with concern, "What's wrong?"

She inclined her head and looked at him with a dull gaze, "I thought

you said that everything was done and Joyce was dead?"

"Yes." Ricky nodded, “They were left in the wilderness at that time.

Even if they could get a bomb disposal expert, there was only a half

chance that the bomb could be defused. Not to mention that it was

impossible for them to call for help from the outside world. She certainly

should be dead."

He could not hide his pride in his words, although he failed to make a

perfect kidnapping.

But Joyce was dead, no doubt about it.

"Huh."

Charlotte sneered.

"But she's obviously still alive!"