Chapter 593

Shelly heard the movement, turned her head, saw that it was Luther,

and shut up immediately.

Not knowing if Luther had heard what she had just said, she hurriedly

sat back in her seat. She pretended she had just seen Luther, and

called out affectionately, “Brother, what brings you here?"

"Officer, what's going on?" Luther asked Victor directly as he walked up

quickly.

Victor had dealt with Luther several times when he was working on the

Stephanie case and the Joyce kidnapping case, so he naturally knew

him.

He hurriedly and respectfully said, "Mr. Warner, it just so happens that

we are just now starting to ask about what happened, so you can listen

along."

Luther froze slightly — the young officer in front of him knew him.

Although he could not remember anything about him, perhaps they

knew each other before he lost his memory.

He then looked around and his eyes fell on Joyce. Juanita was there

and there were a group of people he didn't know.

What's going on? It's Joyce again.

He was puzzled, his handsome brow frowned, and subconsciously he

considered Joyce up and down carefully. After making sure that she

was not injured, he was less worried.

Now, all he needed to do was to find out what the dispute was all about.

Victor asked the crowd of witnesses, "You first. Do you remember what

happened back then on the overpass?"

The man who witnessed the incident described, “I saw this man,

Jimmy, following the lady, Joyce, since he crossed the crosswalk. After

that, we went up the overpass together, and I stayed on the overpass

for a while because I made a phone call.”

When Victor registered the information just now, everyone exchanged

their names.

The man who witnessed the incident continued, “I saw Jimmy sneaking

around suspiciously, so I started paying attention to him. Unexpectedly,

he pushed Joyce hard from behind while she was about to walk down

the stairs.”

"At that time, what did you see?" Victor asked a girl who also witnessed

what happened while taking notes.

The girl then replied, "Yes, the situation was just like what he just said.

I've been waiting for someone on the overpass. I saw Jimmy trying to

push Joyce off, when I let out a shriek. After that, I saw Jimmy trying to

run, and I wanted to call for help. I don't know why Jimmy suddenly fell

to the ground and passed out.”

"Passed out?!" Victor looked puzzled and confused.

“I hit him in the knee with a discarded battery on the ground and then

hit him in the head with a stone before he fell and temporarily passed

out."

Joyce added more details to her statement.

"Oh. Yes, I remember that you are really good at shooting. Throwing

rocks must be a trivial task for you." Victor finally understood what

happened.

Luther's eyebrows furrowed and his thin lips were tightly sealed at this

time. His expression was cold and serious, and he seems to be trying

to suppress his raging anger.

He walked towards Joyce and suddenly pulled her up from her seat

and closer to him.

"What are you doing?" Joyce looked around in surprise. In public, he

had one arm around her just like that! What did he want?

"Are you hurt?"

To her surprise, Luther's concern was immediate.

He wrapped one hand firmly around her, and the other hand of his went

directly over her soft body, not so much checking as groping all around.

"Hey, you stop it."

Joyce's cheeks instantly reddened. His hand went all the way around

her body up and down in full view of everyone and she felt incredibly

embarrassed.

Juanita’s eyes widened and she hurriedly looked away. She also felt

too embarrassed to look at them.

"Not hurt?" Luther was oblivious to the strange gazes of the people

around him, and he was only concerned about whether she was hurt

anywhere.

“No, no! I'm not hurt, stop it!" Joyce got anxious and took away his big

palm on her waist and explained, "I was on guard back then, OK? As I

was going up to the overpass, I felt something unusual and it seemed

that someone was following me. So I was extra careful. When he

pushed me from behind, I held onto the railing so that I didn't roll down

the steps.”