You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"Christian told me something today that was very valuable. He said that someone had rented an AWM sniper rifle on the black market for a high price, and that it was Ricky.”

"So, Thomas was most likely Killed by Ricky.” Karl quickly replied.

“I'm just guessing.”

"Got it, I'l check it out again. The information Christian gave was valuable. You go ahead and we will talk later."

"Wait." Joyce hurriedly sent a message to stop Karl from going offline because she still had something to say.

"Anything else?" Karl left a message.

Joyce rolled her beautiful eyes, took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and typed, "I am afraid recently we would not have much of a chance to find anything about the private affair between the two of them. Can we..."

She sent the message out without finishing the words.

The other side was silent, and there were no more new messages, as if waiting for her to complete what she had wanted to say.

She thought about it for a moment and continued, "Can we set up a trap and deliberately create some opportunities for them? So that we can have some solid evidence?"

words, her thumb hovered above the

time they were exposed when she inadvertently bumped into them, they would definitely only be more careful these

Capital to avoid unnecessary attention. However, now that Charlotte

probably find nothing in these ten days and thus

were going to get engaged, shouldn't she prepare

would not harm anyone, should someone dare to make troubles to her, they must also pay the

could set her

couldn't she set Charlotte

that she was too scheming. What's more, Charlotte and Karl were

time, she finally pressed the send button. Perhaps she would never have such a

did was to

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relieved and she

Perhaps he was what people would call

sharply, and although they could feel that the driver had tried his best, it still

and then he lay down entirely on his side, pillowed on Joyce and

froze, somewhat at a loss