Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1171

She frowned and pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone, a unexpected female voice came through.

Although the voice was with a hint of abnormal hoarseness, she recognized at first that it was Charlotte's voice!

Charlotte sneered, "Zora? Hello, are you surprised that I would call you?"

Joyce's eyes suddenly went cold, "What do you want?"

"4:30, Club Pascaylia, if you want to see Cecelia, come alone! Otherwise, I can't guarantee that she's alive!"

After saying that, Charlotte did not wait for Joyce to make any reaction, and directly hang up the phone.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Joyce frowned and shouted into the phone.

"Duh-duh-duh."

Unfortunately, all that remained on the phone was a short, empty tone.

Joyce took a deep breath, unable to digest what she had just heard for a moment.

Club Pascaylia, a notorious building!

It had been abandoned for more than a decade, the surrounding overgrown, and usually no one would go there at all.

Charlotte asked her to go there.

The most outrageous thing was that Charlotte even threatened her with Cecelia's safety? Did Charlotte already know everything, and wasn't Cecelia in a coma? And now she's in Charlotte's hands? For someone who did not know about the truth, Zora was not half related to Cecelia.

What's the point of using a threat for someone she had no connection to?

The only explanation was that Charlotte already knew everything.

Joyce closed her eyes firmly. She had to go.

No matter what kind of hole Charlotte had dug for her, she had to go. For the sake of Cecelia, no matter what it was that was waiting for her, she just had to break through.

She walked down the street, her mind cleared by the constant raging of the wind and snow.

She took out her cell phone and dialed Juanita's number.

Soon, Juanita picked up the phone, "Hey, busy girl, you finally have time to call me?"

"Juanita," Joyce's voice was calm, composed, and serious, "You help me pick up Anderson today. I've just left a message for the teacher. Tomorrow and the weekend after, you take Anderson out for two days." "Really." Juanita was extra excited, "I can really take Anderson out? Thank you! Joyce, you have confessed your identity to Luther? Or did he confess to you of his own accord? Or did Karl talk to you?" "Not really." Joyce denied.

"Ah." Juanita seemed to realize something, "Did ..."

Her voice immediately tensed up, "Oh my God, Joyce, did something happen that made you have to entrust Anderson to me? Is it going to be okay? Is it dangerous?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure what's going on." Joyce said lightly, "Anderson will be in your care for now. You must be careful in everything."

"Joyce, have you called Karl yet? No matter what happens, you must not be impulsive. Don't carry it alone, okay?" Juanita said eagerly, "Please, do tell Karl." Juanita was eagerly concerned, "Please, you must tell Karl. Last time, he had a full four years of guilt, and you do not know how he survived the days. Joyce... you must be good. Please!"

"Don't worry, I'll call him. Juanita, I'm not the same person I was four years ago." Joyce's eyes showed determination, "I would never act easily without a solid plan."

"Then I'm relieved." Juanita breathed a sigh of relief, "Leave Anderson to me, and don't worry."

"Well, I should go now."

After Joyce hung up the phone, she stopped in the raging wind and snow, as if in deep thought.