Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1575

Chapter 1575

"Let me down, let me down. I don't want to go with you!" Fair struggled continuously on the helicopter.

She didn't want to go with them. She wanted to go back. She wanted to explain everything clearly to Anderson.

It wasn't her, it had nothing to do with her.

She didn't want to be wronged. She didn't.

"Annoying!" Athena was annoyed and slapped Fair.

Fair's soft body fell down, lying on the seat. She was knocked out by Athena again.

"Damn it." Athena smashed her gun in the helicopter cabin in anger.

Suzuki glanced at her sideways, stroking his long hair, "What's wrong, so angry? It's rare to see you lose control. Did your temper change after waking up from a ten-year coma?"

Athena calmed down and recovered her harmless appearance, "How could that be?"

She would not be easily affected emotionally. No one could shake her, including Joyce.

At this moment, the lip color she had applied with fresh blood earlier had become dull and black, setting her face cold and terrifying.

She sneered and broke off the noise-canceling headphones in her hand.

Joyce, things between us have just begun. Wait for it!

On the rooftop, as the helicopter left.

Joyce gave up firing in pursuit.

At this moment, she heard Anderson's panicked cry, "Uncle Justin, Uncle Justin, what's wrong with you?"

Anderson pushed Justin, who was pressing on him, but couldn't move him. He felt something was wrong. There was a liquid seeping through his clothes in front of him. He wasn't sure if it was blood. He cried out in fear.

Joyce was horrified.

She knew Justin had just knocked Anderson down to protect him.

She thought everything was fine. Could it be?

"Justin!" she exclaimed, hurrying over and carefully turning over Justin, who was pressing on Anderson.

The glaring red blood instantly entered her eyes.

Heaven, he was shot, in the left chest, near the heart. Uncertain if it hit a vital spot.

So Justin was shot first, then hugged Anderson. He used his body to protect Anderson.

He took a bullet for Anderson!

Such a realization almost stopped Joyce's mind from thinking.

"No, Justin, you can't. You must not have anything happen to you." Her voice trembled and she spoke incoherently.

Fresh blood kept seeping from his chest, like clusters of gorgeous red roses blooming before her eyes, poignant and peerless.

She panicked and went into a mess, hurriedly taking off her coat, tearing her shirt into strips and giving him first aid to stop the bleeding.

"Justin, hold on. I'll take you to the hospital right away. Hang in there."

Joyce's trembling hands wrapped cloth strips around his chest and pressed her coat against his wound to help him stop bleeding.

However, the constant flow of fresh blood made her flustered.

Hearing her call.

Justin slowly opened his eyes.

His vision became blurred, but her beautiful face before his eyes was extremely clear, just like in his memory, as if he had returned to six years ago when they were chased and framed by his elder brother. On

the cliff edge, he used all his might to pull her up, but he accidentally slipped and fell. Fortunately, there was a safety net and his life was not in danger, but he broke both legs.

At that time, her panicked eyes and worried expression, calling his name over and over again.

Six years later, he finally saw her worried look again.