Chapter 900

"What the hell is going on? Tell me now.” Luther had waited patiently

until now, "I've seen the news on TV. The strange death of Mr. Walsh at

Hotel Dragon. Which Mr. Walsh is it?"

"The deceased is the older Mr. Walsh." Joyce wiped the corner of her

lips gently with a napkin and answered him.

"When did you leave this morning? Why did you even go there? And

what did you have to do with his death? How did you get taken away by

the House of Inspection?" Luther asked a series of questions.

Karl had disappeared for almost four years, and he suddenly appeared

at this time. Why? He had too many questions and held them back until

she finished her meal.

Joyce was just about to answer when suddenly her cell phone rang.

Her eyes widened when she saw the number, 0002.

Luther saw it too and his face turned gloomy.

Joyce wanted to get up and go to her room to answer the call, because

she didn’t want Luther to hear her.

Luther guessed it and held her arm firmly in place to keep her from

leaving.

Joyce frowned. She must answer Otis's call, and since Luther refused

to let go, she could only take it in front of Luther.

"Hello, Mr. Robertson." She said politely.

"How's that? Are you satisfied with the big gift I gave you? Is it sincere

enough?" Otis's grim voice came out.

Joyce said, "Mr. Robertson, there are indeed some problems between

me and Mr. Walsh, but I never want him dead. It's a life anyway."

"Huh. You should get rid of such a problem early. You can't be so soft

on such a matter, Ms. Knowles." The icy tone of voice was unnerving.

"Mr. Robertson, what harm can such a little problem do? How can you

freely deprive someone of his life?" Joyce almost gritted her teeth. Otis

spoke in a way that it was as if he was talking about the weather and a

life was not worth mentioning at all.

"Oh, Ms. Knowles may not know much about the inside story. As far as

I know, the last time when that Mr. Walsh hired those thugs, he couldn't

block you inside the garage successfully. But he was not giving up like

that. He had put a high price on you through a special channel. They

would humiliate you, torture you, and then kill you. It just happened to

be known by my people, and I simply stopped it in time, Ms. Knowles,

now you still think that you were just having a little problem?"

Joyce was stunned. She also did not expect that Mr. Walsh would be

so vicious to Kill her.

However, this was not a reason for Otis to kill at will.

"Mr. Robertson, this is my own business and I will see to it. Moreover,

even if Mr. Walsh wanted to do anything to me, I still have laws to deal

with him."

She said coldly.

"Hahahahaha." Otis laughed maniacally on the phone, and the laughter

was so horrific as if it was from hell.

"So, Ms. Knowles has such an innocent and lovely side, which really

makes me more and more interested. Gee, Ms. Knowles, I really like

you more and more."

His unbridled words made Joyce frown deeply. She hurriedly covered

the phone and stole a glance at Luther's black face, and wondered how

much of the content Luther had heard.

"Ms. Knowles, you better figure out that in the Capital, I am the law.

Well, my sincerity has been delivered anyway, and I look forward to

meeting you next time."

After Otis said this, he hung up the phone.

Joyce held the phone and froze there for a moment.

The empty "beep" sounded extra hollow, her brain went blank for a

moment, and goose bumps stood up all over her body.

How arrogant must he be to claim to be above the laws?