Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 205

The face of Christian, the evil-looking man who always wore a black suit, came to Joyce's mind. Joyce

couldn't react for a moment, thinking that Christian must have seen the news reports or other sources Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

and knew that she had been put in a detention center.

She never thought that Christian would find someone to protect her in such a place.

"I'm not, I've only met him a few times." Joyce frowned gently and answered truthfully.

"That's interesting!" Vicki's eyes were sharpened. Christian actually owed her a huge favor for a woman

he had met a few times.

However, she did find Joyce a few more interesting.

"Make a friend, so we can take care of each other when we go out." Vicki extended her hand to Joyce

and said in a friendly manner. The words sounded as if she was certain that Joyce would soon leave

the detention center.

Joyce also stretched out her hand and shook it gently with Vicki. She had an inexplicable good feeling

about Vicki and always felt that the connection between them in the future would not be simple.

They had just met but felt like it was just their fate to meet today.

Joyce walked straight toward Lauren, and when she got close, she stopped in her tracks.

Lauren looked scared and resentful, staring at Joyce with a deadly glare as if she wanted to eat Joyce

alive.

"Joyce, don't get too happy now. You set me up, and I will get it back."

"Lauren. You keep saying that I framed you and drugged you, but I am also a victim. You think about it,

I was attacked and almost insulted, and I sacrificed so much just to frame you? Was it worth it?" Joyce

sounded calm.

She analyzed, "I have seen you in jail for so long, always insisting that you were framed. I have to

admit that I am beginning to think that there must be something more serious behind this incident and

that someone else may have manipulated the whole thing. I have been thinking about it. The drugging

part had been so clumsy and easy to detect, and you simply could not possibly drug me and arrange

the attack later that night! The police have not been able to catch the true criminal. He avoided all

surveillance and is clearly a veteran."

"I didn't drug it. I did buy the medicine, but it got lost that night!" Lauren said after a moment of silence.

"If I can get out and you really did not do it. I'll find a way to find out the truth. After all, I wouldn't want

the real killer to escape." Joyce said solemnly.

"Huh. Why should I believe you? You can barely protect yourself now." Lauren sneered.

"Believe it or not, you don't have a choice. Why don't you think carefully about what happened that

night and if there was anything unusual? Who could possibly know you had bought these pills?" Joyce

asked.

She sure had thought about it many many times, but she could never think of a thing. After Joyce

reminded her, she seemed to suddenly remember something, "I showed Charlotte the pills, I wanted

her to use them on you, but Charlotte did not agree. She refused me on the spot. And then later, the

drug was lost. I never wanted to give you the drug myself."

Charlotte?

Joyce frowned as a strange feeling grew again.

On the day Stephanie died, she met Charlotte at noon. Although the time of Charlotte's departure and

the time of Stephanie's death did not match.

But why, why would Charlotte get involved in all these things?

What exactly could be the connection between these seemingly unrelated things?

Joyce was in deep doubt.