You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1383

"Hmm. It went well. Why, what's going on over at the Capital?" She asked sharply.

“There's good news." Karl's voice was slightly lighter, "Mr. Hurley has all of Senator Hughes' incriminating evidence, and it's complete enough to put Senator Hughes behind bars for good."

"Ah, so powerful? I originally thought that even if we got the evidence, at most, we would be able to pull Senator Hughes down from the political arena. Now he can be put in jail?" Joyce was extremely surprised, "And this evidence, Chris got it? He?"

“That's right. It was Mr. Hurley, and he said he got it from Nina." Karl said, "Mr. Hurley didn't say exactly how he got it. It seems that Mr. Hurley has not been heard from in the past few days, so he has acted on his own."

"." Joyce responded, always feeling a little strange.

How does Chris communicate with Nina, who is very male-phobic, and how does Chris communicate with her, who comes from a military background and doesn't seem to be considerate and attentive? What had happened in the past few days? Why did she always feel that things were not so simple.

"What's wrong?" Karl heard that she didn't sound right.

“Nothing, it's a shock, I didn't think Chris would be of much help." Joyce laughed, "So, is it necessary for us to go back? What's the earliest we'll need to do that?"

the Capital at night, and maybe in the early morning, the Special Investigation

all be at the Capital, so we can take care of each

said it can be done today and we can take a helicopter back, soon." Joyce

okay, for now, feel free to contact me if something comes up." Karl

of the sofa, she turned her head to look out the window, the tall buildings, the sunshine was particularly good today, the view was

a message to

got the incriminating evidence on senator hughes and has to go back to

"Okay, send you

leaves R&S Group

orphanage, the original address

a new site funded by Luther and looks much better than the previous

grow up

couldn't help but feel a bit emotional, not

the hands of Charlotte,

the truth of the