Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 92

And no matter how things would end.

Right now, there were more important things for him to do.

"Do you remember what you drank last night and who you had contact with?" Luther inquired.

Joyce thought carefully, "I didn't dare to drink last night. In the end, Lauren insisted that I make a toast

to her, and then I had a glass of champagne. Then it didn't take long before everyone began to leave

and go home."

"Lauren?" Luther propped his chin up with one hand and he frowned.

He remembered how Lauren had targeted Joyce the last time. He was afraid there was something Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

wrong with Lauren. He should not be hesitant, and he should have dealt with it earlier.

"Lauren still dares to give you a hard time in the project team?" He asked unhappily.

"It's actually okay, I can handle it." She was reluctant to judge others, not to mention that Lauren was

never so tough as she might seem to be.

"Never drink anything else? Think about it."

"No really." Joyce tried to recall, but she thought that the juice Charlotte had given her couldn't count,

and all night long, she'd had quite a few other juices, "Juice with dinner, and really only one glass of

wine."

"I'll look into it. Things are definitely not simple." Luther said in a cold voice. It was just way too bold for

anyone just to drug his wife like that.

Joyce asked, "By the way, how would you just happen to call me right after I just ran into that man in

the alley?"

At that time, she encountered that man who sprayed her with ether sprays several times. The phone

happened to be ringing, and she had a vague impression that it was him calling.

Luther glanced at her lightly, "You should thank Juanita. She was the one who thought something was

wrong with you and called Aaron to try to get Aaron to pick you up from Club Haven."

"Oh." Joyce was grateful that Juanita truly considered her a friend.

"Who drugged you, I must find out. I'll ask Aaron to send you a new phone, and don't go out for two

days. Stay at home and don't cause me any trouble." Luther's eyes flashed with a touch of severity.

Then he glared at her and warned, "And the medicine at the bedside is for you. If something like this

happens again, I will never let you get away with it in one piece."

"Oh." To his surprise, Joyce did not retort.

Getting away with it in one piece? What’s that bullshit? There was only one thing he did not do last

night! He had seen her naked and touched her all around. When she thought of the forbidden image

last night, she unconsciously blushed again.

"You should take a bath. You just smelt like a bottle of alcohol." He said with a contemptuous look.

"Not really?" Joyce sniffed her body. Obviously, she had just one glass of wine last night, "There's no

weird smell at all." Even if there was, it was his scent, really.

But she really needed to take a bath and relax a bit.

She turned on the faucet and a steaming stream of water came out.

Luther walked out of the bathroom, closed the bathroom door, and dialed Aaron's number.

"Send over one of the latest folding-screen phones." He emphasized.

"Okay, Luther."

"Also, get all the surveillance of Club Haven last night, and all the surveillance of the nearby

intersections. Find out every single waiter who went in and out of the box. Also, Lauren of the project, I

need all the details about her. And I want to know her recent movements, where she has been, and

what she has done, even the smallest details."

"Yes, Luther."

Luther glanced back at the bed and the pieces of the clothes on the floor. What a mess!

"Also, contact the tw private custom store and have them send over all the clothes for the season."

"Yes, Luther."