Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 183

Second Pricint.

With the surveillance footage outside the Warner residence, Jacqueline and Shelly were the first two to

be ruled out from the list of suspects.

It was because according to the surveillance footage, Joyce returned to the Warner family first, and

Jacqueline and Shelly returned to the Warner family after some time.

And the time of Stephanie's death basically coincided with Joyce's arrival.

Joyce stated that Stephanie was already dead when she arrived home.

So Jacqueline and Shelly were not suspected. They were the first to be released, but they needed to

stay to take statements and could not leave the Second Pricint for the time being.

While waiting for her statement to be taken, Jacqueline walked to a corner near the street outside the

police station, where she took out her cell phone and called the head of the police headquarter, who

was the husband of a friend in her usual upper-class circle.

After a long time, the call was finally answered.

"Mr. Donaldson, hello, I'm Jacqueline, your wife's friend. you've heard of me, I think."

"You are the mother of the president of R&S Group. Of course I have heard of you, and I often hear

about you from my wife. May I ask what I can do for you?" Mr. Donaldson was eager to ask, and they

couldn't have been happier to get in touch with the Warner family. Just a little bit from Luther's fingers

could make him a fortune.

"It's like this …" Jacqueline briefly recounted what happened.

Jacqueline said, while walking to a place with nobody around. She looked around to make sure no one

was there, before saying, "Mr. Donaldson, this matter, at present, involves a great deal of interest. No

matter what the truth is, Joyce must be put in jail and the will must be proven to have been altered by

her. Only in this way can I get back my shares that originally belonged to me. Mr. Donaldson, I've told

you everything I know, you must help me."

"I will try to help you as much as I can control. Once the case goes to court, there's nothing I can do.

You still need to find the court." Mr. Donaldson was naturally tempted by the huge benefits. Only his

power was quite limited, and it is impossible to extend his hand to the court.

"The problem right now is that not all identification departments are under the jurisdiction of the police

department. I'll inquire later where the evidence is being sent. From your description, this is a case

taken over by the Second Precinct?" Mr. Donaldson thought about the matter and asked again.

"Yes. The name of the police officer in charge is Karl. Mr. Donaldson, one more thing please, can you

get another police officer to get in charge of the case? This disrespectful and uncaring young lad!"

Jacqueline's heart was on fire at the thought of the rude Karl, who had refuted her words several times.

He not only uncuffed Joyce, but also treated her and Shelly as suspects together.

"Please keep this little cop out of the case. This certainly would not be a problem, right?" Jacqueline

just wanted to vent her anger.

"So it is Karl in charge now?!" Mr. Donaldson was taken aback, "Then it would be even more difficult."

"Why? Is he not just a nobody?" Jacqueline wondered.

"He's no ordinary cop. His father is the Chief Justice of the Capital Supreme Court, a nationally

renowned and prestigious man, with great discretionary power. He could even propose changes in the

law. Most importantly, he was known for his integrity. His mother is the heiress of the third largestNôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

construction company in the country. You could say that Karl is both powerful and wealthy." Mr.

Donaldson said.

"What? Then why is he still a police officer in the second precint?" Jacqueline was astonished, not

expecting that a small police officer would have such a background. No wonder Karl was fearless.

"I'm not sure of the exact reason. In short, Karl and his father are as rigid as they are. You just won’t

possibly bribe them, and they must investigate the matter to the end and never let go of any details. We

can't stop him. He has such a strong background, and no one dares to offend him." Mr. Donaldson said

helplessly.

The last thing he added was, "Don't worry, I'll do my best to help you. I'll contact the prosecutor's office

first. There are my people there, and I'll ask them to give special permission to arrest Joyce right away.

Once Joyce is transferred to the detention center, I'll be able to find something to do there."

"Okay, I will be counting on you then." Jacqueline hung up the phone. She repeatedly paced outside

the police station, angry and uneasy. Just now she had been quite emotional, but when she thought

about the matter, Stephanie's death was really strange. Could it really be Joyce?

Whether it was Joyce or not, she really it was Joyce.

Joyce had got all the shares. She had suffered so much for the past 30 years, how could she be willing

to accept it all? Not a single cent was left to Shelly her own granddaughter, but Joyce, an outsider,

could inherit an astronomical fortune, 10% of the company would mean a supreme position in the R&S

Group. No, she would never allow that to happen. No matter what, there must be a way to prove that it

was Joyce who had tampered with the will!

Inside the lobby of the police station.

Joyce had been taken to the interrogation room alone for a preliminary questioning by a police officer.

Karl, meanwhile, sat at his desk, where he needed to organize the materials to decide where to start

next.

By this time, Juanita had already arrived. She was delayed by the traffic all the way, and when she saw

Karl, she rushed up to him.

The usual cute and delicate face, at this time, puffed up in anger, "Officer, in the end what happened? I

heard people outside say that Stephanie died? And now you have Joyce arrested as the murderer?

How is that possible? Joyce treated Stephanie as her only family. You've been kicked in the head by a

donkey, don't you have the ability to judge?"

Karl's handsome brow furrowed.

At that moment, Karl's cell phone rang, " I have to take a call, excuse me."

Looking at the familiar caller number on his phone, he frowned, walked to a place with nobody around

and pressed the answer button.