Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

The young officer said excitedly, “Great! So it is Georgia who has kidnapped Joyce, that’s good to know!”

“Impossible.” Luther shook his head, slightly narrowed his cold eyes, and denied, “It’s not that simple.”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Karl agreed, saying in a hushed voice, “They have used all these tricks and traps to kidnap Joyce. Sure they wouldn’t make such a naive mistake and easily let us trace the source of the call.”

“So this…” The young officer felt awkward. Now that they had completely no clues at all, how should they go on?

With every minute that passed, Joyce’s danger increased.

Luther and Karl both looked at each other.

In each other’s eyes, they could see concern and speculation.

They intentionally exposed such information.

Did this mean…

The most likely reason was that they wanted them to believe it was the missing Georgia who had killed Joyce.

This was simply, from the right beginning, a well-planned conspiracy.

Luther stood stiffly. He did not know when but gradually felt numb all over his body and a sense of powerlessness swam through his body. He lowered his head, and the long forehead hair just blocked the gloominess on his face.

When Juanita arrived at the second precinct, she saw the bewildered Luther and froze. She was afraid, and finally sneaked past Luther and walked to Karl.

If she hadn’t insisted on having dinner with Joyce and Karl today, this might not have happened. When she looked up at Karl, she was already in tears.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t expect that something like this would happen.” She covered her cheeks. The more she tried to stop it, the more tears flowed out, “It’s all my fault, I insisted we have dinner together. When can’t we have dinner, but why does it have to be today.”

“I really didn’t expect such a thing. Joyce and I went down from different elevators. If I had known, I would have gone downstairs with her. God, what to do now? What to do?” Juanita was crying so hard she could barely breathe.

That always-laughing, cheeky, big-hearted girl was now crying so hard and he could not help but feel sorry for her.

Karl, who had never seen such a side of Juanita, sighed, picked up a pack of tissues and handed them over.

He said with relief, “Don’t blame yourself, they have come well prepared. No matter where Joyce goes tonight, they would just come to her. This incident has nothing to do with you.”

“Really?” Juanita sobbed while wiping her tears, “Is there anything I can do? Anything you need me to do, even if it’s a hostage exchange. As long as Joyce can come back safely.”

“Don’t think about it. All you can do is go home and wait for the news.” Karl said bluntly.

“I’m going out for a cigarette.” Luther did not care to hear what they said.

After saying that, he slowly walked out of the second precinct of the police station like a walking corpse and stood on the cold steps.

The silver moonlight was silent, and his body seemed to be covered with a faint white veil. This endless dark night, he looked extraordinarily lonely and silent.

He took a cigarette and held it to his thin lips, but never lit it.

Finally he dropped the cigarette on the ground expressionlessly, and without even realizing it stomped it to smithereens.

So far, no clue, no direction, not even any useful information had been sought.

The only thing he hoped was that Joyce could save herself.