Chapter 800

By this time, the ambulance had arrived.

Although the younger Mr. Walsh's leg was not injured, he was so

scared that he could hardly walk and they had to carry him into the

ambulance on a stretcher.

After the younger Mr. Walsh was carried away, the older Mr. Walsh

scanned the hall with irritation. There was no way something like this

could have happened for no reason.

When he saw Joyce was alone not far away, his face suddenly

darkened.

As if there was a flame in his chest, he rushed directly to Joyce with

quick steps.

After what happened the last time they met, he did not dare to make a

move against her easily. He sternly questioned, "Ms. Knowles, what

just happened to my brother, did you do it?"

Joyce put down the plate and dessert in her hands.

She snickered as she raised her eyebrows, “Mr. Walsh, you have to

have evidence to say something like that. I don't know what happened

just now, and Mr. Walsh is blaming it all on me? It's too much.”

"Of all the people here today, who could ever have a problem with my

brother but you? If it's not you, who else could it be?" The older Mr.

Walsh was so irritated that his reasoning was out of control.

He raised his hand and wanted to teach Joyce a lesson. Last time his

brother was thrown over her shoulder, and today he had to slap her in

order to revenge his brother.

Unexpectedly, just as he raised his hand, he was firmly squeezed by

Luther.

“You are ... Mr. Warner?" Mr. Walsh looked at Luther in surprise.

Although Blue Maple had nothing to do with R&S, he had certainly at

least heard of Luther.

“That's right, and it's me." Luther flung his hand hard, and the older Mr.

Walsh immediately stumbled a few steps back.

“You will need evidence to say what you just said. Mr. Walsh, look, Ms.

Knowles’ fork is now on her plate. She's having dinner, and you can't

just say those words with your imagination.” Luther said coldly.

“But this woman is too ruthless.” The older Mr. Walsh felt extremely

upset, but he dared not do anything in front of Luther, "Mr. Warner,

what's this Ms. Knowles to you, so you must defend her?"

“I just happen to be able to prove that she was with me from just before

the incident until now. She had nothing to do with the attack on your

brother.” Luther sneered, "I wonder, is it enough to have my words for

her innocence?"

"Enough, certainly enough.”

Mr. Walsh touched his nose and knew better than to continue. Since

the richest man in the country had stood up for her, how could he dare

to say "no"?

That would be unless he wanted to get out of the business already.

It was simply so easy if R&S wanted to kick a family business like Blue

Maple out of the game.

He had to hold back his anger and gave up.

"Mr. Warner, what I said just now, I hope you won't mind."

After that, he turned around and left, and before he left, he turned

around and cast a fierce glare at Joyce.

And, it seemed like he was warning ... or threatening her.

Joyce sensed a hint of something unusual in his eyes. There was a

sudden bad feeling in her heart. She felt that Mr. Walsh would not be

willing to just let her go this time.

She watched for a while and saw from afar that the older Mr. Walsh

walk to a remote place. He was making a phone call with a strange

expression, and then she could not see him anymore.

"Miss Knowles, it looks like you offend people quite often, and you're

usually like this at Mufron?" Luther stood at her side, his waist rested

against the dining table, and his legs gracefully crossed.