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.

Hotel Dragon. The police must have arrived and the place is probably sealed off. What are you doing there? To see a dead person

park nearby and I'll walk in myself. I have something

The cab

the downtown, not far from

in the car, and there were no new reports about

shorter the news, the bigger the

she had been trembling all over. She even had goose bumps

cold, so I just turned on the air conditioning. Recently there is a big temperature difference between morning and evening,

Joyce said

walked to

out, and some

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

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

face, walked out from inside Hotel

the whistling of police cars, they then

Walsh was alive meant that the one who died was his

got in from the back door of

was staying in, 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 scene. The police did not lock down the entire hotel, since they didn't want

Hotel Dragon, and she walked into the

happened that two staff members of the analysis center also walked

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

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!"

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

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

not the most

is the most critical

checked the surveillance. After 12:00

when you

looks like a

have been doing this job for