You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 188

Seeing this, Karl closed his computer, looked up and said, "It seems that you don't believe me."

Joyce frowned, and still did not speak. Just now, a police officer came in and asked her why she had

killed Stephanie, why she had tampered with the will, and how she had done it. She felt that she had

been labeled as a criminal.

Karl stood up and stepped aside to look through the records of the previous interrogation. His dark

pupils contracted slightly, Officer Longman had already come to question her privately. How strange

was that? This was his case, and he had not asked Officer Longman to conduct a preliminary interview

with Joyce.

Interesting, looked like someone could not wait to get involved.

This, in turn, aroused his desire to win.

The more something like this happened, the more he wanted to find out about the truth.

"Miss, would you like coffee, or milk tea? Lemon and honey water is also available." Karl asked slowly.

Joyce froze, not expecting Karl to ask this.

"It's a service that should be provided in the police department, don't overthink about it. You can ask for

it." Karl smiled faintly.

"No, thanks." Joyce coldly rebuffed.

Karl didn't insist and left the interrogation room straight away and went out to pour a glass of lemon and

honey water.

He walked back into the interrogation room and placed it on the table in front of Joyce. The lemon and

honey water still steaming, wisps of rising white smoke standing out in the dark interrogation room.

"Good. So we'll start now, this pistol is yours?" Karl sat back in his seat and opened the computer

again, "Joyce, you can choose to trust me. Just now, I have gone out and turned off the surveillance in

the interrogation room. Now, no one can hear our conversation."

"I thought we could talk alone." He said, word for word.

His black eyes were burning, or shining, with persistence.

Joyce looked into Karl's clear eyes and was struck by his awe-inspiring and righteous look.

"It's my pistol." Joyce spoke softly, "I have a permit to carry a gun."

"You can shoot? How's your shooting?" Karl was a little curious. The gun permit itself was not

something one could get easily, and the requirements for target shooting werealso very high, but still

some powerful people could get it through special channels.

Joyce faintly glanced at Karl and replied bluntly, "Better than you."

Karl froze, not expecting her to answer that way, with a cocky, extremely confident tone.

"If I had been the killer, if I had tried to escape then, with the four armed police officers who rushed into

the house." She paused, looking disdainful, "Two seconds, that's enough for me to settle them."

Karl was slightly stunned, and it was clear to him that what she was saying at this point was the truth.

"Why do you carry a pistol with you?" Karl asked again.

"Perhaps you can still remember Lauren? I've been carrying a pistol with me since I was drugged and

attacked." Joyce replied.

Karl nodded his head. It did make sense.

"Think back carefully, I just looked at the surveillance outside the Warner residence, which shows that

you left the Warner family after 10:00 in the morning and returned after 4:00 in the afternoon. Did you

notice anything unusual with Stephanie when you left the house in the morning?" This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Joyce pursed her lips and recalled, "Grandma is suffering from lung cancer, but with new drugs, her

health has improved in recent days, and she was in exceptionally good spirits this morning. Strangely

enough, she was dressed in formal clothes today, and I noticed that the tea set was ready in the tea

room, and she seemed to be meeting guests. Also, she has given Mr. Arnold two days off, and seemed

to want to see someone alone."