Chapter 187

After saying that, he left cool and handsome.

"Urgh!" Juanita pouted at him from behind his back.

She began to feel worried, what else could she do for Joyce? It must

have been a well planned murder, and Joyce must have encountered

unprecedented difficulties. What should she do?

While she was pacing hesitantly, Karl suddenly turned back.

“You're eager to help your friend?" He asked.

"You need to ask?" Juanita's bright eyes shone brightly, “Can you

reveal any information to me?"

“Before she died, Stephanie changed the shares that were originally for

Jacqueline and Shelly and left them all to Joyce," Karl reminded

Juanita, "so can you still trust her?"

After saying that, he once again turned away in a cold and absolute

manner.

Juanita was left standing there with a stunned look on her face.

Oh my God, Stephanie was dead and changed her will before she died!

Won't that give Joyce more of a motive? At this point she realized that

she had subconsciously chosen to believe Joyce in the first place,

because her first thought was that Joyce would be in even more

trouble.

What to do?

She wanted to call Luther, but when she picked up the phone, she

finally put it down.

With the death of a loved one, the division of her shares, and the

dispute over his own interests, she was suddenly unsure. Could she

trust Luther, and would Luther trust Joyce?

She suddenly lost confidence. She had been so familiar with those

tricks since childhood. The so-called love was just so fragile in front of

the interests.

Finally, she sent a text message to Karl.

"Officer Karl, I believe Joyce unconditionally. Please open your dog

eyes!"

Karl took his log book and laptop and came to the inquiry room. Just

sat down, he received a text message from Juanita. He glanced at his

phone and frowned slightly. Juanita was a rather hardcore supporter of

Joyce, only her wording is really...

He sat upright and looked at Joyce in front of him with a cold

expression.

Joyce sat stiffly in her chair, she didn't speak, she didn't cry, and she

seemed to be in a deep thought.

She was unworldly beautiful, and at that moment she seemed to be

hidden in the mist of thin smoke, with her unique melancholy. In her

eyes were endless sadness.

This was real heartfelt sadness. He could feel it even if he just stood

aside and looked at her.

Karl almost tipped the scales of his heart directly toward her at this

moment.

He even stopped breathing for a few seconds, realizing that he was out

of his element, and that he was actually attracted to the person in front

of him. He hastily snapped out of it. He was a police officer, justice

hung over his head, and he must not get affected by personal feelings.

In his hand, he placed Joyce's personal belongings that were

temporarily confiscated. A pistol, which looked sophisticated and classy.

If he was correct, it was a limited edition "Witness Paffner”, which was

designed for women. There was also her cell phone, and the broken

screen showed several missed calls, all from Luther.

Suddenly, Joyce's cell phone rang again.

The screen showed an international number.

Because he was in the process of questioning and was inconvenienced

by the interruption, Karl simply hung up and then turned Joyce's cell

phone off.

"We can start now. You have the right to remain silent, but everything

you say will be used against you in a court of law." Karl cleared his

throat and said seriously. He turned on his computer and prepared to

start recording.

However, Joyce's face was expressionless and she didn't say a word.