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.

his voice, "Didn't you read the morning news? There was a murder at Hotel Dragon. The police must have arrived and the place is probably sealed

in myself. I have something to do." Joyce didn't

cab

downtown, not far from Blue

flipped through the news in the car, and there were no new reports about

the news, the bigger

more anxious and she had been trembling all over. She even had

glanced in the rearview mirror and turned on the heating in the car, "Miss, you look cold, so I just turned on the air conditioning. Recently there is a big temperature difference between morning and evening, so you should wear more when

Joyce said

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

in and out, and some officers in

a glimpse of a familiar figure from far away, who was

wrapped in gauze. She stabbed him last time, and the wound must not

ashen face, walked out from inside Hotel Dragon and, led by two

of police cars, they then

Mr. Walsh was alive meant that the one who died was his

got in from the back door

staying in, she quickly determined that the accident took place on the 18th floor after she observed the staff who were coming

and she walked into the elevator with a

so happened that two staff members of the analysis center

two staff members began to whisper. “It's strange. I've been doing this job for a few years now, and I've never seen something

He should be suffocated. Like being strangled to death? But we

"More than that!"

Well, there is a wound on the back of his head, but it seems that he had bumped into the corner of the bed when

in the morning, or maybe six. Anyway, when I got here, there was still

not the most critical

most critical

they had checked the

when you say

looks like a

this job for so many years, and you still believe these unreliable theories of divine power and