NovelBookThe face of Christian, the evil-looking man who always wore a black suit, cto Joyce's mind. Joyce couldn't react for a moment,
thinking that Christian must have seen the news reports or other sources 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Joyce, don't get too happy now. You setup, and | will get it back."
"Lauren. You keep saying that | framed you and drugged you, but | am also a victim. You think about it, | was attacked and almost
insulted, and | sacrificed so much just to fryou? Was it worth it?" Joyce sounded calm.
She analyzed, "I have seen you in jail for so long, always insisting that you were framed. | have to admit that | am beginning to
think that there must be something more serious behind this incident and that someone else may have manipulated the whole
thing. | have been thinking about it. The drugging part had been so clumsy and easy to detect, and you simply could not possibly
drugand 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."
"lI didn't drug it. | did buy the medicine, but it got lost that night!" Lauren said after a moment of silence.
"If | can get out and you really did not do it. I'll find a way to find out the truth. After all, | wouldn't want the real killer to escape."
Joyce said solemnly.
"Huh. Why should | 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, | wanted her to use them on you, but Charlotte did not agree. She
refusedon the spot. And then later, the drug was lost. | 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 tof Charlotte's departure and the tof 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.
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