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?!"

younger Mr. Walsh came up with a

I have heard about what happened to your brother. You should understand that from the beginning to the end, your brother's death has nothing

with you?" The younger Mr. Walsh laughed maniacally, "If you don't have anything to do

to check it out.” Joyce explained that she did see the news before she left home

Capital and we hadn't offended anyone. Except for that bit of problem with you, there is nothing else! If

ruined my hand, too! And now you

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 will give you an answer, ok? Do

worried about what the younger Mr. Walsh was going to do to her, but she was worried about the

his brother, and there was no guarantee that

teach the brothers a lesson, and she never

the younger Mr.

not want another to

just closed the case hastily!" The younger Mr. Walsh blurted out, "Bitch, you must have used some tricks! You killed my brother! Today, I'll make sure you pay for it!" The younger Mr. Walsh would