Chapter 1710: Getting News In Advance

Chapter 1710: Getting News in Advance

The shooting incident was a big deal, so Darrin proactively contacted

the Police Headquarters while on the road.

After arriving at the Police Headquarters, they were met by an officer

specially assigned to handle their case and make a record of the

incident.

The officer's last name was Booth, and upon seeing Joyce, his first

words were, "Are you the General? I've heard so much about you.

Please have a seat inside. Mr. Gregory has already informed us to

keep the record simple."

Joyce was taken aback. "Mr. Gregory? Karl?"

The internal information within the police department spread quickly. It

had reached Karl's ears so soon, especially considering it was already

late at night.

"Yes," the sergeant nodded.

“It's quite late, and it's just a minor matter. Do you really have to bother

Mr. Gregory?" Darrin exclaimed in astonishment.

"Oh, no, that's not it. Mr. Gregory informed each substation a few days

ago. If any matters concerning the General arise, each substation has

been assigned an officer specifically for reception. After we finish

recording, we will also inform Mr. Gregory," Officer Zhang explained.

Joyce and Darrin exchanged glances.

Darrin coughed lightly. "So, Mr. Gregory is indeed Mr. Gregory. He

plans everything so thoughtfully.” He had often heard people mention

Karl's meticulousness and attention to detail, and now he had

witnessed it firsthand. Even though Karl wasn't in Khebury, his

jurisdiction was still in place.

Joyce rubbed her temples, realizing that Karl must have known about

the shooting incident at the ice cream shop, which was why he made

these arrangements. She didn't want to bother him with her own issues

and wanted him to focus on taking care of Juanita. However, it seemed

she had still managed to trouble him.

"Alright, let's finish the record as soon as possible. I want to get home

early," Joyce said.

Joyce sat down in the VIP reception room.

The sergeant brought a laptop to record their statements and even

made coffee for them.

Darrin recounted the incident, and the sergeant was responsible for

recording. In the middle of the recording, the sergeant suddenly

received a phone call.

After answering the call, the sergeant said to Joyce, "General, our

officers have just arrived at the location you mentioned. There are

indeed signs of tire friction on the ground, and we found a few shell

casings at the scene. They have been collected for comparison with

your handgun. However, the vehicles that were shot at have already

been moved, and the surveillance cameras around the entrances and

exits have been destroyed. At the moment, we have yet to identify the

mastermind behind this incident.”

"Heh heh, they're fast," Darrin commented, clicking his tongue. “The

other party is definitely a large-scale organization. They're handling the

aftermath very systematically.”

"Yes," Joyce agreed. Whoever they were, they were certainly not

ordinary.

She looked at the sergeant. "That's alright. Let's continue with the

record.”

"Alright, General," the sergeant continued to record their statements.

In the second half of the record, Joyce personally narrated. After

finishing, Joyce stood up, signed the document, and left with Darrin.

Darrin checked his watch. "It's getting late. Anderson is probably

already asleep.”

After Joyce got into the car and fastened her seatbelt, she said, "Yes,

let's go back. We'll take the car for maintenance and tire replacement

tomorrow.”

Darrin drove, carrying Joyce back to the Warner residence.

Upon returning home, Joyce was surprised to find that Anderson hadn't

gone to bed yet.

"Anderson, it's already half past ten. Why aren't you asleep? Aren't you

tired?" Joyce quickly took off her coat and handed it to Darrin, then

walked over and picked Anderson up from the couch.

"Mummy, I took a bath, but I can't fall asleep,” Anderson rubbed his

eyes. "Why did you come back so late? I was a little worried about

you."

Anderson, who had experienced the shooting incident, was sensitive. It

wasn't that he was afraid of the ice cream shop assailant. Rather, it

reminded him of the terrifying memory on the rooftop of the harbor

parking lot. That evil woman had almost thrown him off the roof.

Whenever he thought about it, he felt scared.

Joyce gently stroked the back of Anderson's head. "Mummy had

something happen tonight, which delayed me. Don't worry, Uncle

Darrin has been with Mummy the whole time, and he will protect

Mummy."

Anderson reached out and hugged Joyce. "Mummy, let's sleep together

tonight.”

Darrin put away Joyce's belongings and said to them, "General, you

should rest early. I'll go back to my room first."

After speaking, Darrin waved at Anderson and turned toleave.

"Mummy, why hasn't Daddy come home these past few days? Did you

two have a fight?" Anderson raised his little face and asked. "I feel like

something's not right. Daddy doesn't usually act like this. No matter

what happens, he would at least call me. But recently, he's been acting

strange.”

Joyce was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

She tapped Anderson's temple. "What's going on in that little head of

yours? Why would we have a fight?"

Anderson pouted. "Nothing, I just feel like something's off. Daddy is my

Daddy, after all. No matter what happens, he would definitely call me.

But lately, he's been acting weird."

Joyce's brow twitched. Anderson was indeed very sensitive. It wasn't

easy to hide things from him.

She decided to be direct. "Anderson, I think Daddy must have

encountered something difficult. He doesn't want us to worry. We won't

bother him, which is the best support we can give him. If he needs our

help, I believe he will ask for it. What do you think?"

Anderson yawned. "Of course. He's my Daddy, after all. Mummy, I'm

sleepy. I want to go to sleep.”

"Alright. Mummy will tuck you in," Joyce carried Anderson to the bed,

placed him down, turned off the lights, and comforted him to sleep.

Cuddled in his mother's arms, Anderson soon felt drowsy and fell

asleep within minutes.

After Anderson fell asleep, Joyce went to the bathroom and took a bath.

Her phone sat on the side, and she stared at the silent screen, lost in

thought. It was already past eleven at night, and Luther still hadn't

come back or called or texted her.

She couldn't help but ponder, what could he be doing?

Pushing the thought aside, she finished her bath and immediately lay

down next to Anderson. She planned to meet Christian in the afternoon,

and after a busy night, she was tired. It didn't take long for her to fall

asleep.

She slept until midnight.

Suddenly, her phone began ringing in the quiet room. One after

another, the urgent sounds made her heart pound. The screen

suddenly lit up, radiating an unusual light in the dark.

She opened her eyes wide, sitting up alertly.

Her first thought was, did Luther contact her?

She quickly picked up her phone from the bedside table and, in the

darkness, saw the caller ID, causing her to pause.

It was someone she never expected.

Kane. Why would he call her in the middle of the night? What could be

so urgent?

Her immediate reaction was, did Kane dial the wrong number? Or did

something happen at JK Intelligence?

She quickly pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Kane, why are you calling me so late? Is there something

urgent?" Joyce said.

At the other end of the line, Kane's voice sounded anxious, his

emotions completely out of control as he exclaimed loudly.

"Sis, I got news in advance. Tomorrow, the major media outlets will

report news of Mr. Warner's affair. It's said to have concrete evidence!"