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

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

The cab driver

Dragon was in the downtown, not far from

the car, and

news, the bigger the

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

"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

you." Joyce

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

out, and some officers in white overalls were waiting at

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

wrapped in gauze. She stabbed him last time, and the

with a disheveled, ashen face, walked out from inside Hotel Dragon and, led by two police

the whistling of police cars, they

that the younger Mr. Walsh was alive

from the back door of

the accident took place on the 18th floor after she observed the staff who were coming in and out of

Hotel Dragon, and she walked into

of the analysis center also walked into

closed, the 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 like

with my intuition, it definitely 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 we can find no trace of him being strangled from the neck. Do you think

"More than that!"

there is a wound on the back of his head, but it seems that

maybe six. Anyway, when I got here, there was still residual heat on the

not the

the most critical issue

tell you the truth, I just heard the police say that they had checked the surveillance.

when you say

a

by a human being? We have been doing this job for so many