NovelEnglishMathew shrugged helplessly, "lI wanted to tell you and | called you one morning and our Mrs. Warner answered and said you were
in the shower. Then you never return my call, so | assumed you didn't need to know."
"You are..." Luther swung his fist, really wanting to punch him in the face.
Joyce vaguely recalled that she seemed to have received a phone call from Mathew when she had pneumonia.
"Besides, you can't ask your wife yourself?" Mathew bumped Luther with his arm, with a wicked smile, "You sleep in the sbed,
what else can't you ask each other?"
Luther gasped and turned to glare at Joyce, questioning, "How cyou never mentioned that."
Joyce laughed lightly, her smile bright and beautiful, "Con, you didn't ask either, huh? What? Did you ever suspectof
being a killer?"
"You!" Luther was defeated by the retort, yes he damn well did suspect her of being an assassin, "So all the six years you had your
history erased and went to sshooting training?"
"You could say that. What else could it be? Could | go to skiller training camp?" Joyce graciously admitted everything since she
thought there was no need to hide it.
"..." Luther felt helpless when he heard her retorts.
"So, Joyce, why did you disappear in the middle of the World Shooting Championships?" Mathew went back to the original question,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇta doubt that had plagued him for a long tsince he found out.
"l ..." The question touched the deepest and most painful wound in Joyce's heart.
She went silent. It was well in the past already. Yet when she thought about it suddenly, she just found that it still hurt so bad, and
the pain was not even any less severe with the passage of time.
The scars were uncovered again, and surprisingly, the blood was still flowing inside, not healing at all.
The day of the final was also the day Justin broke both legs ...
She didn’t want to think back on what she went through that day.
She suddenly felt pain in her chest and pressed her hands tightly against her chest, gasping for breath.
Knowing that she had lost her manners, she hurriedly turned her face to the side to calm her jumbled heartbeat.
Felix knew she did not look very well, and he could see that Joyce must have something she didn’t want to talk about. He nudged
Mathew, and gave him a wink, indicating that he should not pursue the question.
Luther stood still, his mind whirling.
It felt like everything was converging into one line.
World Shooting Championships was exactly two years ago.
Two years ago Joyce skipped a grade to get into the University of Conard.
Two years ago Justin disappeared.
All the same, everything happened two years ago. These things must have been related.
Luther suddenly asked, "Felix, the Saunders family was the biggest sponsor behind the World Shooting Championships two years
ago, right?"
He paused. Although he was asking Felix, his eagle-like gaze was fixed on Joyce, as the words burst out from between his teeth,
"Or, was it JAXAH Corporation Bank?"
Felix froze for a moment. Why would Luther suddenly ask about this? His family sponsored so many events, how could he
remember everything clearly, and it had been two years.
"Yes, JAXAH Corporation Bank."
Luther's question was answered.
By Joyce.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, opened them again, and repeated, "It's JAXAH Corporation Bank."
Luther's handsface instantly turned iron. He snorted and his voice was extremely cold, "The sponsor's son, and the champion,
so that's how you know each other?"
In the end, between her and Justin, was all about the clichéd story of the son of a rich family and a Cinderella who just fell in love
at first sight.
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