Wrong Marriage and Sweet Love

Turning his head, he said to Joyce, “The road down the mountain is a bit bumpy, let them carry you down. After what happened these days, you must be very tired.”

After saying that, Karl took out mineral water and cookies, and bread from his bag and handed them to Joyce, “You must be hungry, just eat a little first.”

Luther didn’t say anything about Karl’s excessive concern.

Joyce also did not refuse his kindness. In such a short time, she was kidnapped, drugged, chased down the mountain, and almost killed by a bomb. After all these, she was indeed too tired, and she needed to rest.

“Are you hurt?” Karl glanced at Joyce’s slightly open collar, which faintly revealed a few red marks, and asked in a hurry.

Joyce was startled and subconsciously tightened her collar and gave a dry laugh, “No, no, I’m not hurt.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked away in embarrassment and hurried to sit on the stretcher and lie down on her side.

Then she drank some water, ate some bread, and felt better.

Karl knew better than to say anything else.

From the ambiguous and unknown aura between the two, he also roughly understood what happened.

They were a legitimate couple, he should not really ask.

“Let’s go, down the hill.”

Karl instructed, “Half of you stay behind and continue to look for suspicious people and suspicious objects. The rest of you come back down the mountain with me. By the way, your helicopter is waiting at the bottom of the mountain. When you arrive at the bottom of the mountain, you two can return to Khebury first, and I will take care of the rest.”

“Okay, thanks a lot.” Luther nodded gently.

A group of people then headed to the bottom of the mountain.

On the way, Luther received a call from Aaron.

When the satellite phone got through, Aaron’s anxious voice came from the other side.

“Luther, great to finally get in touch with you. has Joyce been found?”

“Well, she’s fine. Soon we’ll take the helicopter back first.”

Aaron on the phone heaved a sigh of relief and went on to report, “Luther, I have delivered the 500 million worth of diamonds to the Hill Phoenix gas station as you instructed.”

“I got it,” Luther said back faintly.

Because the satellite phone was in speakerphone form, Joyce can also hear what Aaron says clearly.

She was so shocked that she almost jumped up from the stretcher, “What, 500 million worth of diamonds! They must be crazy and you really gave them! They never wanted to let anyone go, they wanted to kill us from the beginning, and you foolishly gave away 500 million! Diamonds! It’s not worth it! I’m not worth 500 million!”

Oh my God, the whole 500 million! No, these were diamonds!!

She frowned deeply and felt too heartbroken.

Luther hung up the phone, amused by Joyce’s hilarious expression. What did she think he’s done all these for? And she was still thinking of money.

“No, no, no, we have to find a way to get the money back! You can’t just give so much to them!”

At this moment Joyce suddenly felt endless strength from her feet. She sat up and tried to climb down from the stretcher.

She was coldly pressed down by Luther, “You lie down and rest. Not to mention 500 million, you are worth ten times. There is only one Joyce in the world, and no amount of money can bring her back.”

Luther’s unsalty words were like a sheepish love story.

The few police officer carrying the stretcher heard it and all got bashful.

Joyce was also too embarrassed to say a word.

Her heart was stunned slightly. The sun was rising and there seemed to be an infinite warm and soft breeze gently brushing her face.