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When they walked out of the detention center, it was already raining heavily outside.
The wind had been blowing all night, and finally, it began to rain. The large raindrops smashed the ground mercilessly.
Aaron was waiting at the door with a black umbrella.
When he saw Joyce and Luther walking out, he rushed up to help them with the umbrella, opened the car door, and put them in the
back seat of the Bentley.
"President, the bail formalities are done. I'll cby tomorrow and give them a document and we will be fine." Aaron closed the
car door, sat in the driver's seat, and said with a serious expression.
"Hmm. Take us back to the apartment and then you go get smore alcohol, gauze, antiseptic, and wound medicine." Luther
buckled Joyce's seat belt and put his arm across the back of her head, "Don't you move, sit tight. Try not to lean your back against
the back of the chair and just rest your neck on my arm."
Aaron turned around and asked in surprise, "Ma'am, are you injured?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Nothing, just a little bruise," Joyce said back. When she saw Aaron's eyes full of trust at this moment, her heart warmed up.
Although she usually did not like Aaron to call her Ma'am, at this tthe way Aaron called her showed his faith in her and she was
overwhelmed with relief.
Luther scrolled his eyes at Joyce and didn't say anything. The wood was so deep and she still said it was a small bruise. She was
just too stubborn.
Joyce looked out of the car window at the detention center flashing backward. The closed iron gate in the rainstorm gradually got
blurred as it went farther and farther away, and finally, she could no longer see it. All sorts of emotion surged into her heart. She
never thought she would have a chance to cto such a place in her lifetime.
Joyce suddenly recalled what Vicki had said when she was leaving, "Joyce, goodbye, see you later."
She didn't expect what Vicki said to ctrue.
After all, Vicki had been quite experienced in this place, and she must have known it would take quite a background to be able to
meet someone in a detention center at midnight, and thus Joyce would certainly not be brought back to the cell.
The Bentley drove for a long time, and Joyce sat in the car, resting on Luther's arm for a nap.
When it arrived, Luther gently woke her up.
"Joyce, wake up. You have to get down and walk on your own. There was the injury on your back, or I'd carry you in." His voice was
low and magnetic. It woke her up from her sleep.
"I can walk by myself." Joyce woke up and shook her head off as she got out of the car.
Every step she took after that tugged at the wound and hurt extra badly. She gritted her teeth and endured it.
This was Luther's apartment in the city, and she's never been here before.
Originally she thought it was just an ordinary apartment. When she opened the door, she was simply stunned. There were several
floors inside the apartment, and there was simply everything inside - giant chandeliers, an all-glass transparent revolving staircase,
ultra-modern decor, voice-activated lights, curtain-like backdrop, and intelligent systems.
She made quite an effort to get to her room, and she hurriedly plopped down on the soft bed.
Sore and tired and panting.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe could no longer bear it and grunted softly in pain.
"Now you know it hurts?" Luther walked up to her, his tone tinged with displeasure, "Not that, a little bruise?"
The pain was killing her and Joyce did not even bother to argue with him. She only want to take care of her wound. That prison
guard had hit her pretty hard. Fortunately, she could not use her right hand, otherwise, perhaps the whip might crack her bone
easily and she would not even be able to stand up. She was really trying to kill her, right?
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