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.

news? There was a murder at Hotel Dragon. The police must have arrived and the place is probably sealed off.

in myself. I

The cab driver

downtown, not

in the car, and there

news, the bigger the

and more anxious and she had been trembling all over. She even had goose bumps all over her body, and her apprehensive heart was

just turned on the air conditioning. Recently

you." Joyce

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

and some officers in white overalls were waiting

far away,

Mr. Walsh. His right hand was wrapped in gauze.

face, walked out from inside Hotel

the whistling of police cars, they then drove

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

from the back

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

Hotel Dragon, and she walked into the elevator

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

and he seems to die of breathing paralysis. He should be suffocated.

"More than that!"

almost no trauma to the whole body. Well, there is a wound on the back of his head, but

is probably around five in the morning, or maybe six. Anyway, when I got

the most

the most critical

just heard the police say that they had checked the surveillance. After 12:00 last night, no one had entered

when you

so horrible. It looks like a homicide,

have been doing this job for so many years,