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You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 895
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Blue Ocean.

Anderson woke up first, he reached around and his mommy was gone.

He called out softly, "Mommy."

No one answered him.

Puzzled, he climbed out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked to the living room. Still, he could not find his mommy, but Uncle

Luther was still sleeping on the couch.

It was already bright and warm sunlight was coming in through the glass.

Anderson searched around and didn't see his mommy. He went to the couch and shook Luther, "Uncle Luther, Uncle Luther, wake

up."

Luther was awakened by the sound. He sat up and picked Anderson up and cradled him in his arms.

"What's wrong, Anderson?" he asked.

The sleep was so comfortable and so reassuring that he felt better and his palms were no longer hot.

Holding the soft little ball in his arms, he felt so happy.

"Uncle Luther, Mommy's gone." Anderson reached out and touched Luther's forehead, "You're better, no more fever."

"Hmm. Mommy's gone?" Luther froze and looked around.

Sure enough, she was not at home, and even her slippers were left at the door.

He frowned. She left the child at hand went out? She was just too irresponsible as a mother. No matter how mature Anderson

was, he was, after all, less than four years old.

However, on second thought...

Was it because he was home? That's why she was comfortable going out? If so, it was a sign of trust in him.

When he thought of this, he was in a good mood.

He immediately got up from the sofa and picked Anderson up, "Anderson, good boy, Mommy must have gone out to buy you a

delicious breakfast. Let's brush our teeth and wash our faces and wait for your mommy together, okay?"

Anderson nodded.

His little head kept shaking, and it was so cute.

Luther couldn't resist placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Geez, I'm a boy, don't keep kissing me." Anderson protested with discontent. He had already been kissed yesterday, and he had a

problem with being kissed again today.

"I'm sorry, but you're just too cute." Luther rubbed Anderson’ hair. He was just the sas he was when he was just a child, and

he hated being touched by people. So, he could totally relate with Anderson.

"Putdown, and | can walk on my own. I'm not a child anymore." Anderson pouted.

"Good, good, Little Anderson, now, please go brush your teeth and wash your face." Luther coaxed with amusement, setting

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Anderson down at the bathroom door.

He wanted to go back to his apartment to wash up, but didn't feel comfortable leaving Anderson halone.

So he found a new toothbrush from the shelf for himself.

It seemed that she had not returned.

Luther finally sensed that something was wrong.

If she had just gone out to buy breakfast, she would have been back already.

She hadn't returned even now... Could it be ...

He hurriedly took out his cell phone and dialed her number.

The long beep never stopped and as he waited, he got more and more anxious.

The first time, no one answered, and he dialed for a second timmediately.

His heart, too, tangled up in a gradual panic.

It had been so long that he almost thought no one would answer. Finally, the call cthrough.

Unexpectedly, the voice that cfrom the other side of the phone was a man's voice.

"Hello, who is this?"

Luther froze. How could a man answer the phone? And, the voice sounded, well, familiar.

"Who are you and why do you have Zora's phone in your possession?" Luther questioned in a stern voice.

The other party was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "You are? Luther?"

Luther froze again. What a familiar voice and he was able to call out his name, so the other party knew him ...

Suddenly, he thought of someone.

He asked uncertainly, "Are you? Karl?"

Special Investigation Unit Director Office at the House of Inspection.

Joyce did not expect to be get in touch with Karl in this way - she cto his office and be questioned by him.

Just now Karl's two assistants had explained to her that her diplomatic immunity would not work for the Special Investigation Unit,

and she must cooperate with their investigation.

Only, they treated her very politely and let her be questioned in the director's office.

Her cell phone, which was confiscated by the police department, was also in Karl's possession at this time.

When her cell phone rang, Karl picked up the phone.

"Yes. It's been a long time."

When he heard that it was Luther, Karl admitted it directly.

"What happened to Zora? Where are you?" On the other end of the line, Luther's voice was anxious.

Karl emotionlessly explained, "This is the House of Inspection Special Investigation Unit, Miss Knowles is involved in a murder case,

so | asked her to cover and | am asking her a few questions. Mr. Warner, please do not worry. After the questioning we will

naturally let her leave. "

"A murder case?!"

"Mr. Warner may want to check the news for this morning. Mr. Walsh of Blue Maple Group died a bizarre death. Sorry, that's all | can

reveal, goodbye."

After saying that, Karl simply hung up the phone.

He threw the phone on the desk, then walked to the front of the sofa. He leaned against the desk and crossed his long, slender

legs. His dark gaze kept sweeping up and down at the woman in front of him.

During all the time, in fact, he had been suspicious.

Zora Knowles, the president of JK Intelligence, from Mufron.

Although she looked different and sounded different.

Her temperament and her figure were simply too similar to Joyce's. Her eyes, in particular, were clear and stern, and valiant and

bright, just like those of Joyce's.

One could change, could be disguised, and could even have plastic surgery, but it would be very difficult to change the

temperament and the eyes.

He had to wonder who the person in front of him was.

In particular, just now, he actually received a call from Luther.

It's incredible.

Joyce did not speak up.

The Karl in front of her was the sas she remembered, handsand gentle, formal and meticulous. The years had not left any

traces on his face, but between his eyebrows, there seemed to be a touch of inexplicable sadness.

"You are, Joyce?"

Karl didn't beat around the bush and asked his question straight out.

Joyce froze. Karl was, after all, former criminal police. The first the saw her, he began to suspect her.

She actually didn’t want to admit that. After four years, she didn’t want to involve Karl again. She didn’t want to repeat the same

mistake she made back then and got them all in danger again.

However, to her surprise, the Karl in front of her was no longer the Karl of the past.

Perhaps it was the Special Investigation Unit, a special department, that had honed his cold and sharp demeanor.

He raised his wrist and looked at the time.

"You have ten minutes to tellthe answer."

"But." He suddenly got serious, "I may just tell you. We have the most comprehensive fingerprint information database in the

House of Inspection Special Investigation Unit. In less than fifteen minutes, | will be able to match your fingerprints. So, you, think

carefully before you answer the question."

Joyce was speechless.

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