"What a coincidence that we ran into each other just as you arrived. What did you come to see today? Want to hang out together?" Joyce was very enthusiastic, a far cry from her usual self. It was obvious that Charlotte had lied. She had seen them clearly coming out of the jewelry store together, and Charlotte must not have known that she had actually watched them for a while before she lied about just coming to Skymall.

If they didn’t have something to hide, why would they lie?

Shopping together? Charlotte dropped her jaw and had no idea what to say at all. Since she met Joyce, she had never shopped with Joyce, Joyce suddenly proposed to shop together, she did not know how to answer.

"Yeah, fine. What do you want to shop for though?" Charlotte stammered back.

“Just kidding, I'm here for business today. I want to see some car decorations. You two take your time shopping, and I'll leave you to it." Joyce smiled and waved her hand, followed by a few more glances at Ricky, trying to remember his height, body, facial features.

When she left, she deliberately walked towards Ricky and brushed past him.

Then, a moment before approaching Ricky.

low cry, pretending to break her ankle, and planted her whole body towards

did not expect Joyce would deliberately fall, he subconsciously tried to dodge, but still, he was a moment too late, and Joyce

pretended to stand still with great difficulty, then she hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I wore a new

inexplicable sense of dread, as well as a sense of familiarity, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

now she bumped into him on purpose, and his body smelled faintly of perfume, exactly the same

his limbs also gave her an inexplicable

on his forehead, because Joyce just tugged on the gunshot wound on his right arm. Last time he killed Thomas,

on your arm, don't you? I accidentally touched it just now, are you okay, do

that, she went

"No need."

looked alert and immediately

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