You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 236

A group of reporters besieged Joyce like flies and could not be swatted away.

The flashing lights flashed continuously.

She could barely open her eyes and could only raise her hand to block it.

"Sorry, no comment. The police department will announce the latest progress themselves." Joyce

answered while raising her hand to shield her face.

Luther had just reached the parking lot when he heard a commotion behind him and looked back.

Joyce was surrounded by reporters. He turned around and walked back with a frown on his face.

This group of journalists did find a good spot to hide, just now hiding in the bush outsides the cemetery,

and now they were all coming out.

He looked around and saw Jacqueline and Shelly taking a detour towards the parking lot and his heart

lit up. It seemed that the two of them must have leaked the news of Joyce's presence here to the

media. After all, only a very few people knew that Stephanie was being buried here today.

Aaron also noticed what’s going on outside and hurriedly got out of the Bentley and quickly followed

Luther.

He anxiously inquired, "President, do you need me to clear them all away?"

Luther waved his hand as he walked away, "No need, the media can never be blocked after such a big

event. They've been waiting for so long, let them get some useful information."

"Okay. I'll bring the car over and wait." Aaron said respectfully, and he took a glance at Joyce, who was

surrounded by reporters. With a wound on her back, and now she was being pushed around. He was

afraid the scab would crack again.

Joyce was bombarded by reporters in turn, she tried to break through the crowd to go outside, but she

had an injury on her back, so she did not dare to move too much. She could only dodge from side to

side. It was indeed better than just standing there but after a long while she was still in the same place.

At that moment, a reporter pulled her hard from behind.

She felt as if her wound were torn apart and couldn't help but whimper in pain.

Just then, the crowd of besiegers was forcibly separated, and the next moment, she fell into a warm

embrace.

A familiar feeling, a familiar smell. Without looking up, she knew it was Luther coming.

The reporters were even more excited to see Luther in person, chasing after and asking questions non-

stop. Everyone wanted to get first-hand information. Several media companies even turned on live

video and reported live with their eyebrows raised.

"Hello everyone, behind me, here is Khebury's most expensive private cemetery, where we meet the

long-lost president of the R&S Group, Mr. Luther, and his wife Joyce, who is under suspicion of murder.

Let's see the latest developments!"

A reporter came forward with a microphone for an interview.

"Luther, do you think your wife is a murderer?"

Luther replied coldly, "She is not. I believe that soon the police will find out the real murderer. Please

ask the police about the progress of the specific case."

When reporters saw that Luther had opened his mouth to answer questions today, they scrambled to

get in front of him. Usually Luther almost never spoke to them, but today she was willing to answer

questions directly, even live. Of course, they would ask all the questions they had.

Luther took Joyce's arm and pulled her along, heading for where Aaron parked. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Because it was surrounded by the crowd, a short dozen meters seemed infinitely long…