Chapter 798

"Aaaah! Oh my God, blood!" The people around him were also shocked

and shouted.

The girl was so shocked that her eyes were wide open. She just could

not believe her eyes. The younger Mr. Walsh's hand was hit by a fork.

Was someone helping her out?

The girl hurriedly got up from the ground and hid far away. She was

shivering with fear, and she just wanted to leave the party immediately.

The younger Mr. Walsh gripped his wrist. He was so afraid that his legs

went limp and he fell directly to the ground.

“Blood! Blood! Ah! Why is my right hand so numb? God, I can't lose my

hand!” He grunted.

The older Mr. Walsh rushed over from the side at this time. He held his

brother's shoulders and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?

What's wrong with your hand?"

He turned his head to look around and bellowed, "Who did this? Who

did this? Why are you hiding after you did such a thing?"

"Damn it! Turn off the music!!!" The older Mr. Walsh yelled hysterically.

The music on the dance floor was finally turned off, and the sudden

silence seemed to shroud the entire hall.

The people around them have all taken a few steps back.

After all, no one wanted to get involved in such a bad luck and get

suspected.

The old Mr. Walsh looked at the terrifying palm of his brother. He was

so angry that his face was twisted. Maybe all the tendons and veins

were broken in his hand. He had no idea if his brother would still be

able to use his hand freely in the future. He hastily picked up his phone

and called for an ambulance.

"Hey, a fork cut through my brother's hand, and we are on the 3rd floor

at the International Exhibition Center. Get here as fast as you can!!!

Quickly!!!" Mr. Walsh yelled into the phone.

The venue staff also rushed to help, but no one dared to move his

hand, and no one dared to pull the fork off. They feared that once it was

pulled off, his blood would gush straight out and could not be stopped.

The hall was in a mess.

Joyce was still standing next to the buffet, and she took advantage of

the confusion just now to sneaked to the dessert area.

She leisurely picked up a cup of mango Oreo and slowly tasted it with a

spoon.

In this way, no one should suspect her.

"Miss Knowles, you seem to be having a great time here."

Suddenly, a clear, male voice rang out behind her.

Without turning around, she knew it was Luther.

He's just a ghost, and he's everywhere.

"Why can't I? It tastes great. It's delicious.” Joyce did not return her

head, and only said coldly.

"With all the chaos in the hall, Miss Knowles is quite calm." Luther

paced slowly and walked up to her.

His eyes rested on the plate in her hand, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"Oh, it's not a big deal. The younger Mr. Walsh of the Blue Maple Group

just had a little incident. People like him will get what they deserve

sooner or later. Heh." She still looked calm and continued to eat her

mango Oreo.

"As I recall, Miss Knowles said last night that you don't eat beef. Why

then, there's quite a lot of beef on your plate tonight.”

Luther's shrewd eyes crossed her stunning face as he pointed out the

problem in her speech yesterday.

Joyce froze. She did say that yesterday. At that time, the table was full

of her favorite dishes, and she deliberately said she didn't eat beef in

order to avoid suspicion.

She simply could not imagine that he remembered these details so

well. It would be quite hard to deal with him then.

"Mr. Warner, I actually meant I didn't want to eat beef yesterday. I didn't

say I wouldn't eat it. Mr. Warner got the wrong idea.” She quickly

thought of something to say and put it off.