You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Mr. Walsh of the Blue Maple Group was dead?

It was not known whether the deceased was the older Mr. Walsh or the younger Mr. Walsh, but a life was lost anyway.

At this moment, Joyce felt cold all over. She felt so cold that her legs were trembling. She bent down to pick up the phone that fell to the ground, and her fingers were cold and stiff. She tried several times before she could finally pick up the phone.

She took another look at the news.

And then she thought about the phone call just now with Otis.

Otis said that the gift he had promised to her had been delivered. Did it mean that Otis killed Mr. Walsh? Yeah, there was a problem between her and the younger Mr. Walsh, but did he have to kill him?

How could he? Depriving people of their lives at will was simply vicious, horrible and incomprehensible.

She stood in the room. Her chest felt so stuffy that she found it difficult to even breathe.

No, she must go and see for herself what was going on.

She turned her head and looked at Anderson, who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. She walked up, covered him with the quilts and gave him another kiss on the forehead.

She just needed to know what happened and she would be back as soon as she could. It's still early, but hopefully she could make it back before Anderson woke up.

Changing into a loose, casual dress, she put on a camel-colored coat. As she walked out of the living room, she saw Luther sleeping on the couch when it occurred to her that Luther had slept in the living room last night and she had almost forgotten about him.

Luther was still sleeping, so she walked up and probed his forehead. The heat was completely gone.

It was also good that Luther was home. If Anderson woke up early, he could also take care of him.

She opened the apartment door gently and closed it gently as she left, afraid to wake them up.

She then quickened her pace to the gates and stopped a cab.

"Go to Hotel Dragon,” Joyce said to the driver.

a murder at Hotel Dragon. The police must have arrived and the place is probably

I'll walk in myself. I have something to do." Joyce

cab driver

in the downtown, not far from Blue

car, and there were no new reports

the news, the bigger the

anxious and she had been trembling all over. She even

just turned on the air conditioning. Recently there is a big temperature difference between

you." Joyce

of Hotel Dragon. Joyce got out of the car and walked to Hotel Dragon. In front of the hotel, there were several police

police uniforms came in and out, and some officers in

of a familiar figure from far away, who was

His right hand was wrapped in gauze. She stabbed him last time, and the

Hotel Dragon and, led by two

the whistling of police cars,

alive meant

and got in from the back door of the

she quickly determined that the accident took place on the 18th floor after she observed the staff who

Hotel Dragon, and she

so happened that two staff members of the analysis center also

“It's strange. I've been doing this job for a few

looks like he was killed. The body is stiff, and he seems to die of breathing paralysis. He should be suffocated. Like being strangled to death? But

"More than that!"

back of his head, but it seems that he had bumped into the corner of the bed

when I got here, there

not the most critical

is the most

I just heard the police say that they had checked the surveillance. After 12:00

when

like a homicide, asphyxiation. Yet

job for so many years, and you still