Chapter 514

Although, he could not remember a bit of these things now.

However, just for the case in front of him, the reason why Karl had been

helping Joyce, he was a man and he could not know any better.

"Karl, it's so late. Is it not appropriate for you to still be under my wife's

apartment building? It's time for you to go back.” Luther gave a chilling

eviction.

"Mr. Warner should not bother Miss Knowles as well since he and

Joyce have separated and are about to receive divorce papers. Isn't it

time to go back too?"

Karl sneered.

"You!" Luther was furious, and he didn't expect that a criminal police

officer would give him a hard time. Could it be that Karl had some kind

of overwhelming background? Damn, it felt so bad to lose his

memories.

Joyce had never seen Karl and Luther quarrel before, so she hurriedly

pulled Karl back, “I'm fine, don't worry. It's getting late, I'm going to go

upstairs and get some rest. You should hurry back and I'll discuss

tonight's matter with you when I have time."

Karl glanced worriedly at Luther and shut up, "If anything happens, call

me, or call the police.”

"What did you say?"

Luther was really angry. Call the police? Karl actually asked Joyce to

call the police. What did he think he was? A thief? This was outrageous!

"I say, since you're getting a divorce and marrying another woman, stay

away from her. You don't want to marry her, there are plenty of men

willing to marry her."

Karl shrugged off the words and left with a cold face.

In fact, if Luther had not lost his memory, given that the two of them

were still on good terms and had helped each other, he may not be

able to say such harsh words. Now, since Luther had amnesia and did

not even know him, he had no worries about expressing his

dissatisfaction straightforwardly.

"Hmph, what did he think he is to lecture me?" Luther was indignant.

He questioned Joyce, "He likes you, can't you see that?"

Joyce gave Luther a blank look, "We're just friends. It has nothing to do

with you. But you, what are you doing here again?"

"Of course I'm coming here to sleep!" Luther dropped these words and

stepped into the elevator lobby ahead of Joyce.

Joyce immediately went to the door of the elevator and tried to block it,

"Hey. What do you mean? Do you have to force me to move again

now?"

Luther did not say a word, and went directly out of the elevator, and

pressed a series of codes.

So fast that Joyce was too late to stop it and Luther had already

opened the apartment door.

The moment she opened the door, Joyce completely froze. She had

already put one foot in and finally retracted it.

Where was she? Was this the house she rented?

She retreated to the door and rechecked the number. It was right, and

the code was right. It couldn't be someone else's house.

However, all the furniture inside the apartment was replaced, and it was

completely different from when she left in the morning.

"What are you doing standing outside the door? Aren't you coming in?"

Luther gave her a sidelong glance.

"All these furniture, did you replace them? And all the curtains, carpets,

cups, and dishes?" Stunned, Joyce questioned, "Where's my stuff?

What about all the furniture I bought?"

“I threw them all away." Luther sat down on the couch.