Chapter 896

In fifteen minutes, they would get her fingerprint data.

She could put a mask on her face, but her fingerprints could not be

changed.

So, whether he gave her ten minutes or not, it was actually the same.

Fifteen minutes later, she would have nothing to hide in front of him.

The difference was that she admitted it herself or he found it out.

Joyce sighed softly. It was too hard to hide it from Karl.

She lowered her head slightly, reached behind her ear, and carefully,

took off her mask.

She revealed the original stunning face in front of him.

When she looked up, she smiled slightly, "Mr. Gregory, it's been a long

time. Oh, no, it's now Commissioner Gregory."

Karl originally supported himself on the edge of the desk with both

hands, and when he saw her real face, he shuddered hard, his five

fingers closing, and his knuckles showing. His grip on the edge of the

desk tightened.

The next moment, he suddenly rushed forward, pulled her up from the

sofa and embraced her in his arms.

Just like, four years ago, when she left him behind, she gave him a final

hug.

A hug between friends.

His ten fingers gripped her shoulders tightly and couldn't stop

trembling. Even his voice was trembling, “It's really you, it's really you.

Joyce, great, you're still alive. I thought ... I thought I'd never see you

again ..."

Joyce gently patted his back and softly reassured him, "Well, I'm still

alive. It's good that you're alive, too."

In the office, the warm sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling glass

window, lighting up everything around them inch by inch. Their

embracing figures, bathed in the golden sunlight, felt like a peaceful

dream.

"Bang".

The door of Karl's office room was suddenly opened.

The beautiful and warm scene was suddenly broken.

Joyce did not have a mask on her face, and she hurriedly turned her

face away, not wanting to be seen.

The person who came in was Raya, Karl's subordinate.

Raya just came in to deliver some materials to Karl, but he didn't

expect to see ... Commissioner Gregory hugging the suspect... He was

stunned on the spot. What the hell was going on? Did he go to the

wrong office?!

The woman inside the office was indeed the suspect, and he personally

brought her in.

Commissioner Gregory and a suspect? They could not just meet and

fall in love? That would be ridiculous!

“Leave your stuff by the door and get out.” Karl said coldly.

He wanted Raya out because Joyce was not wearing her mask, and

now, she looked completely different from when she just came in, and

he did not want to be known.

"Yes, Commissioner Gregory," Raya placed the file on top of the coffee

table by the door, touched his nose, closed the door with a surprised

look, and hurried away.

The hug just now was interrupted in the middle.

At this moment, Karl had also calmed down, "Sit down.”

"Good." Joyce resumed her seat on the couch. Shen then put the mask

back on just to be on the safe side, and took a hand glass out of her

bag to make sure it was okay.

Karl sat down on the couch diagonally across from her.

"Joyce, how did you survive at that time? Falling from such a high cliff

into the sea! We had looked for you for several days and nights, but

could not find anything. How on earth did you survive?" He couldn't

help but ask.

It had been four years. He didn’t have the nerve to even have hope in

his heart.

Even now, he could not believe that she was really in front of him. He

was so excited that he held her in his arms just to confirm that the

Joyce in front of him was real, and he was not having some illusion.

“It was Christian who saved me." Joyce returned, "Christian had been

keeping an eye on us back then, and when he knew I was headed for

the Bluff, he rushed there immediately and he saved me just in time. By

the time your search team arrived, he had already taken me away."

"If you're alive, why didn't you tell me." Karl asked with pain in his voice.

For four years, he had endured such pain every day. How could he live

in peace when she gave her life in exchange for his?

"At the time, I was in a coma.” Joyce sighed, "I woke up a few months

later. After I woke up, it took a long time for the recovery again. By the

time I had fully recovered, more than a year had passed, and I thought

about contacting you. But ..."

She paused, "I don't want to get you involved anymore. The thought

that you were shot and nearly killed because of me was really... Ricky

was vicious, but he only targeted me, not anyone else."

"What makes you think that?" Karl frowned, “I am police. Isn't it my job

to stop these outlaws and protect citizens of the country? You are the

one who have been overstepping your bounds when you take it on

yourself."

He was a little angry, inclined his head, and smiled bitterly, “In the end,

you still don't have me in your heart. To you, I'm just an outsider.”

"I ..." she lowered her head, not knowing how to answer his words.

"Never mind. Let's not talk about that." Karl took a deep breath to calm

himself down.

In any case, she was still alive, and it was already the best consolation

he could ever beg for.

"By the way, how did you come to the Capital?" said Joyce looking

around, "House of Inspection, Special Investigation Unit? Well, it

sounds very imposing. This is sort of a privilege agency, right?"

In fact, as the son of a high official in the legal profession, he should

have long been high up in the world, and it would be such a waste for

him to be just a criminal police officer. Needless to say, such a lofty

environment matched him better.

Her eyes then fell on his almost extravagant uniform.

Each button on his navy-blue uniform was shining golden bright light,

and the sun above the badge was a symbol of supreme power shone

even more brightly in the sunlight.

"Well." Karl introduced, "Special Investigation Unit is indeed privilege

agency. Itis the only agency that has the authority to investigate the

president as well as the inner workings of the military, without the need

for a writ, without the need for approval, and without hindrance to

investigate anything we want."

"Oh." Joyce was slightly surprised.

He could investigate the military? She froze, "Could it be that you're

doing it because ..."

"Yes, it's what you think." Karl simply admitted, "After your

disappearance, Ricky's case was transferred to the military, along with

the valuable information obtained by the police department. Of course, I

had a backup. However, with my ability at that time, I had no right to

interfere with the internal affairs of the military, much less bring the

mastermind to justice.”