You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce drove her car all the way to the project site, and when she was at the entrance, she stopped and walked right in, carrying a handheld rangefinder in her bag. She was here today to re-measure the site. Just as she got out of the car, she realized something was wrong. "Boom!" A black Land Rover broke in and braked violently directly behind her car.

Five men then got off from the car and in the lead was the younger Mr. Walsh.

Joyce frowned. Damn, just now she had been too careless.

In fact, she had suspected that the black Land Rover was tailing her, but she kept thinking about what Juanita had said about the charity party.

The younger Mr. Walsh came forward. He was dressed in a black suit today. He looked gloomy and disheveled. It seemed that he had aged a lot after only a few days.

He was so busy with the funeral that he didn't close his eyes for days. Right now, his eyes were covered with horrible blood, and apparently, he was angry.

"Zora, how much you must hate my brother and you would have to do such a thing to him?!"

Walsh came up with a stern

your brother. You should understand that from the beginning to the end, your

don't have anything to do with it,

and happened to be around before I went over to check it out.” Joyce explained that she did

going to believe that?" The younger Mr. Walsh stepped even closer, "We came to the Capital and we hadn't offended anyone. Except for that bit

that was thickly wrapped in gauze, "You ruined my hand, too! And now you

I didn't even know you were staying at Hotel Dragon, and I had never even been to Hotel Dragon at the time of the incident. Please tell me, how am I going to kill your brother?!" Joyce waved her hand and advised, "Mr. Walsh, please calm down. Since the matter has been reported to the police, they

fact, Joyce was not worried about what the younger Mr. Walsh was going to do to her, but she was worried about the younger Mr.

already killed his brother, and there was no guarantee that he

teach the brothers a lesson, and she never thought of

younger Mr. Walsh kept

she did not want

police? The police are just useless! They just closed the case hastily!" The younger Mr. Walsh blurted out, "Bitch, you must have used some tricks! You