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

should understand that from the beginning to the end, your brother's death has nothing to do

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

over to check it out.” Joyce explained that

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 of problem with you, there is nothing else! If not you, who

that was thickly wrapped in gauze, "You ruined my hand, too! And now you dare to say that everything has nothing

surveillance. 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 will give you an answer, ok? Do not draw conclusions on your

was going to

was a madman who had already killed his brother, and there was no

teach the brothers a lesson, and

Mr. Walsh kept pestering

she did not want another to die

must have used some tricks! You killed my brother! Today, I'll make sure you pay