You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

A group of reporters besieged Joyce like flies and could not be swatted away.

The flashing lights flashed continuously.

She could barely open her eyes and could only raise her hand to block it.

"Sorry, no comment. The police department will announce the latest progress themselves.” Joyce answered while raising her hand to shield her face.

Luther had just reached the parking lot when he heard a commotion behind him and looked back. Joyce was surrounded by reporters. He turned around and walked back with a frown on his face.

This group of journalists did find a good spot to hide, just now hiding in the bush outsides the cemetery, and now they were all coming out.

lot and his heart lit up. It seemed that the two of them must have leaked the news of Joyce's presence here to the media. After all, only a

hurriedly got out of the Bentley and quickly

"President, do you need me to clear

he walked away, "No need, the media can never be blocked after such a big event. They've been waiting for so long, let them get

at Joyce, who was surrounded by reporters. With a wound on her back, and now she was being pushed around. He was afraid the scab would

in turn, she tried to break through the crowd to go outside, but she had an injury on her back, so she did not dare to move too much. She could only dodge from side to side. It was indeed better than just standing there but after a long while she was still in the same place. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

reporter pulled her hard

were torn apart

besiegers was forcibly separated, and the next moment,

familiar feeling, a familiar smell. Without looking

chasing after and asking questions non-stop. Everyone wanted