Chapter 177

"Hey, hey, hey!" Joyce was shocked and called back in a hurry.

But all that awaited her was, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is not

available."

It's as if the caller just now never existed.

She stared at the phone in a daze, intense unease and fear of the

unknown gradually overwhelmed her. Her head was swollen and her

heart was pounding violently. This was not a prank, but a threat!

Stephanie was the only one in the Warner residence today, and Mr.

Arnold was not there either. Was it a mugging? What did they want

when they asked her to go alone? To ask for money? Unlikely, she

could not pay them, so why would they ask her for it? Or maybe

Stephanie was threatened and asked the mugger to call her? How else

would the people know her phone number?

She had absolutely no clue and could not analyze it.

She didn't dare bet on it, even though she knew the call was doubious.

She couldn't call the police either. If Stephanie was really in danger,

she couldn't afford to risk her life.

After getting along for a long time, she had long considered Stephanie

as her own grandmother. How could she watch her loved one in trouble

and not save her?

She opened her backpack, took out the pistol Luther had given her, and

pinned it to her waist. Since the attack, she usually carried the pistol

with her.

Right now, she would just have to go back to the Warner family no

matter what the situation would be, and no matter how bad the situation

could be.

She came to the elevator hall, and saw that the elevator was still stuck

on above 50th floor. She did not have the time to wait, simply got into

the emergency stairway, rushed downstairs, all the way to the road,

and reached out to stop a cab.

She opened the door and immediately got in, panting, and said to the

driver, “No. 1 Sophora Street, please.”

Along the way, she waited impatiently for the red light, looking at her

watch over and over again.

The person who just called never called her again.

Callback was also useless.

"Please hurry up.” Joyce kept urging, her heart hanging on.

"Miss, that's quite a heavy traffic on the road at this hour. I've already

exceeded the speed limit!" The driver said helplessly.

Joyce took two five hundred dollar bills out of her wallet and slipped

them to the driver, "It's really an emergency, please."

"Got it."

The driver drove all the way to the Warner mansion at No. 1 Sophora

Street in less than half an hour, which usually took about 40 to 50

minutes.

Just before Joyce got to the house.

She took out her cell phone and hesitated. As they got closer and

closer, she suddenly felt unprecedented fear and was tempted to call

Luther, or send a text message.

Luther was abroad, and even if there was an emergency, he wouldn't

be able to make it back in time. And, did he have any trust in herself?

"Hey Joyce, what's up.” Juanita's sweet voice came.

After the phone call got through, Joyce opened the door and explained

directly, “I don’t have the time to explain to you now, I'm at the Warner

residence, No. 1 Sophora Street, where I brought you last time. Listen,

from now on, twenty minutes, if I call you within twenty minutes, it

means it's okay. If I don't call you, you call the police.”

"Joyce, what's going on? Do you want me to come over and help?”

Juanita was shopping across the street from the group, and she had

just bought a cup of coffee when she received the call from Joyce.

Joyce's sudden serious tone scared her and the cup of coffee fell to the

ground. The black liquid flowed everywhere. It gave her a bad feeling in

her heart that something big was going to happen.

“You must not come. Remember what I said, hang up." Joyce hung up

the phone.

By this time, the cab had arrived at the door.

"Do we need to drive in?" The driver pointed to the large open iron

gate, which looked to have a long stretch of road inside.