Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 110



Chapter 110

Juanita's eyes were full of appreciation, and when she looked at Karl again, she could not take her

eyes off him anymore.

Joyce giggled, nudged Juanita, and glared at her, "Be serious! What happened to your manners?"

Juanita did not have much to say for her statement and it did not take long for her.

When she finished her statement, she didn't forget to squeeze her narrow eyes toward Karl, and her

voice was sweet, "Officer, I don't have a good memory, so how can I contact you in case I suddenly This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

remember any details. How about you give me your number?"

Juanita was always the petite and cute type, with perfect almond eyes and cherry lips, and she had

those two sweet dimples when she was smiling.

Karl, still expressionlessly, did not even look up, "Just call 110 and transfer to our precinct."

"Hmph!" Juanita rolled her eyes at him.

At this point, Luther seemed to suddenly remember something.

He took a gun permit out of his suit pocket and handed it to Joyce, "Your gun permit, just take it."

Joyce took it and opened her mouth, but couldn't really say a thank you to the man.

Gun permits would only be granted to special people in high society, and she knew how hard this could

be. And she really liked the gift in particular and felt touched by what he had done. But when she

thought about how he and Charlotte kissed this morning, she felt kind of lost.

"No need to thank me." Luther, as if he could see what was on her mind, rebuffed her coldly.

"…"

"It's your turn to take statements." Karl broke the stagnant atmosphere between the two of them.

The next two statements taken by Joyce and Luther took more than an hour, as they got involved

throughout the entire incident. Juanita felt bored on a bench not far away, waiting for Joyce.

On the other hand, in the interrogation room, Lauren was extremely emotional.

She apparently didn’t do such a thing, but she just could not find a way to defend herself.

She shouted, "Don't think I don't know the law, you can only keep me here for 24 hours at most, and

after 24 hours you must release me! I have nothing to say, and I'll say it one last time! when I went to

the bathroom, I found that I lost my pills!!! Who knows who picked it up!"

An older officer, deeply frowned, slapped the table, "Sit down. We have sent someone to search your

home." He took out a bottle of pills and put it on the table, "This is the rest of the pills found in your

home. And we have purchase records and surveillance footage. We have got all the evidence, and do

you have anything else to say?

"Twenty-four hours? I don't think you understand the situation. Miss, your criminal detention has been

approved. Today’s questioning is just a formality. You will be transferred to a detention center later. Now

you'd better be honest, and maybe you can get out a few days earlier!"

"What!"

Lauren felt limp throughout her body and she sat down on a chair hopelessly.

How was it possible? How could things have gone this way? But she really didn't use that pill. She

couldn't figure out how she had got into something like this. It's over, her life was all over.

Inside the lobby of the police station.

By the time Joyce and Luther had both finished their statements, it was nearly noon.

Juanita came forward to hold Joyce and said intimately, "Let's go to dinner together. After that, let's go

back to the group, okay? My house is just not far away, and I know this place very well. Let’s try steam

pot chicken for the dinner! Let's go."

"Hmm." Joyce smiled and nodded.

As he watched them talking and laughing.

Luther suddenly had the feeling that he was being ignored.

He didn't know what was wrong with him and he suddenly interrupted, "I'm going too."

Juanita was so shocked and stole a few glances at the big boss. Was his boss really going to that kind

of restaurant?

Joyce also froze, "Yes, it's on me."


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