Chapter 809


    She stood up, grabbed her coat and her bag, and was ready to leave.


    "You don''t have to drive me. You take care of Anderson, and I''ll take a taxi myself."


    "Sister, for Anderson'' sake, do you have to get involved?" Kane reached out and tugged on her arm


    with a lingering, hopeless look.


    "Kane, I know you''re worried about me. Otis won''t make a move on me for a while because he hasn''t


    figured out exactly what I''m going to do yet, and until then, he won''t do anything rash."


    Joyce shook her head gently and gave him a reassuring smile.


    "But ..." Kane bit his lip. He was still worried.


    "Well. I will be on my way then."


    Joyce turned away resolutely.


    For her, no matter how dangerous it was, only after the problems of the past were all solved could she


    have real long-term peace.


    As long as Charlotte was not punished by thew, she would not be able to live under the sun and


    return to Pascaylia as who she really was.


    If Charlotte knew she was still alive, she would never let her go.


    Anderson'' situation would only get more dangerous.


    To be merciful to your enemies was to be cruel to yourself.


    And this time, Charlotte would have to pay for what she did.


    After Joyce left, Kane paced anxiously back and forth in the living room.


    Every now and then he looked up at the clock.


    As time passed, night had fallen outside the window, and the entire room was shrouded by infinite


    gloom, making Kane feel even more panicked.


    What should he do?


    She went to meet Otis alone.


    It had been such a long time and he hadn’t got any news from her.


    He texted her, and she didn''t reply.


    How could he be at ease.


    However, he couldn''t leave Anderson behind and go with her.


    And he was worried that it might ruin her ns.


    He fretted for a long time, repeatedly pacing and fidgeting around the living room.


    Suddenly, a sh of light came to his mind and he thought of a way.


    He hurried to open a document from his mailbox.


    There was Luther''s personal phone number on it.


    Although, he hated Luther from the bottom of his heart…


    And he didn''t want to contact him at all, but there was no better person than Luther at the moment.


    Because thend of the military ovepped with thend of R&S, only Luther''s presence there would


    make sense and would not arouse Otis'' suspicion or cause Joyce unnecessary trouble.


    Otis would not do anything to Joyce in front of Luther.


    He rushed to dial the phone number.


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    Luther hadn''t seen Joyce all day and was bored in his room, scrolling through his phone to pass the


    time.


    Suddenly, his cell phone rang and it was an unknown number.


    He frowned and pressed the answer button.


    "Mr. Warner, how are you? I''m Kane."


    He froze. It was Joyce’s assistant and the youngest son of the Roberts family. What did he want with


    him?


    Suddenly, his heart felt panic for no reason, "What''s wrong? What''s the matter?"


    "Oh, Mr. Warner, are you free to have and tour today? Miss Zora has been going there for some


    time." Kane pretended to remind him.


    "Why didn''t she call me herself and go with me? It''s dark outside and she''s still there now? Hasn''t she


    gone back yet?" Luther was very puzzled.


    It was weird.