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.

The police must have arrived

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

The cab driver

the downtown, not far from Blue

car, and

shorter the news,

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

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 you

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 cars parked and cars

uniforms came in and out, and some

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

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

from inside Hotel

the whistling of police cars, they then drove

Walsh was alive meant that the one who died was

from

the 18th floor after she observed the staff who were coming in and out of

lived in Hotel Dragon, and she walked into

happened that two staff members of the analysis

“It's strange. I've been doing

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

"More than that!"

whole body. Well, there is a wound on the back of his head, but

around five in the morning, or maybe six. Anyway, when I got here, there was still residual heat on the

not the most

most

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

horrible when you say

truth is just so horrible. It looks like a homicide,

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