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

park nearby and I'll walk in myself. I

cab

the downtown, not far

flipped through the news in the car, and there were no

news, the bigger

over. She even had goose bumps all over her body,

just turned on the air conditioning. Recently there is a big temperature difference between morning and evening, so you should wear more when

Joyce

to 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 cars parked

police uniforms came in and out, and some officers in white overalls were waiting at

caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from far

the younger Mr. Walsh. His right hand was wrapped in gauze. She stabbed him last

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

of police cars, they then

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

sidled up and got in from

floor after she observed the staff who were coming in

in Hotel Dragon, and she walked into the elevator

staff members of the analysis

the two staff members began to whisper. “It's strange. I've been doing this job for

seems to die of breathing paralysis. He should be suffocated. Like

"More than that!"

back of his head, but

Anyway, when I got here, there was still

not the most

the most critical issue

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

feel horrible when

is just so horrible. It looks like a

wasn't done by a human being? We have been doing this job for so many years, and you still believe these unreliable theories of divine power and