Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 285

"Let's go our separate ways and leave each other alone!" Georgia said, turning away and continuing to look for a way down the mountain.

Joyce saw Georgia go and she got out of the bushes.

The fire did not attract rescuers but instead more killers.

The sun was still hanging in the sky, wavering, but soon it would be dark. Deep in the forest, she was alone, and with no equipment, how should she make it through the long night?

She couldn't help but feel scared at the bottom of her heart. At this moment, a handsome and long figure came to her mind.

Luther, did he know she's been kidnapped? Would he come looking for her?

Deep inside, she vaguely expected, but at a second thought, did not dare to expect that he would come to her rescue.

She was walking and suddenly stopped, with a bad instinct.

Someone seemed to be coming up behind her. She heard some footsteps, and there should be more than one.

She snapped back, and sure enough, three thugs came out of the bushes in a steep scramble.

Each of them used a black hood to cover their face. One of them was different, he did not wear the plain black mask like the others but a gruesome ghost mask.

Joyce narrowed her eyes and her face was grave. Could it be that this man with that ghost mask was their leader? The mastermind of everything?

She knew in her heart that Georgia had built a fire for help and the shot she had just fired completely exposed her whereabouts.

Right now, it's better to make the first move.

"Finally, I found you!" One of the thugs just opened his mouth.

In the next second, he was already lying on the ground with a miserable scream.

In just a flash, Joyce fired several shots in quick succession, and two of the criminals were shot in the knee and fell to the ground, except for the man wearing a ghost mask, who stood behind a large tree all the time.

Obviously, the man wearing the ghost mask was way more agile than the others.

Joyce did not shoot him but hurriedly shot the other two thugs in their knees. They fell to the ground and could not get up.

For her, right now, it would be better if she could reduce the number of people she would have to deal with.

"Oh, you are really something. Seemed that I have underestimated you." The man with the ghost mask, hiding behind a tree, said coldly. Apparently, he even installed a voice changer at his throat, his voice like a low trill like a ghost from hell.

Joyce knew the person in front of her was difficult to deal with, and she took one step back, contemplating how to escape.

Coldly, the man in the mask threw a rock and hit Joyce's wrist.

Joyce only felt soreness in her wrist and the pistol slipped off to the grass.

Immediately after, the masked man flashed from behind the tree and came over with a flying kick.

She was startled and dodged to avoid the masked man's vicious attack.

However, without a gun in her hand, she was like a lamb to the slaughter in front of such a powerful opponent.

She dodged from side to side, looking like she was about to be grabbed by the man finally.

In the nick of time, a tall, handsome figure suddenly leaped from behind the jungle, and his leg swept right across the back of the masked man.

The masked man was caught off guard and took a heavy hit, stifling a grunt of pain and falling forward a few steps, failing to grab Joyce.

"It's okay."

It was a familiar voice, though trembling, still full of magnetism, and she could hear the concern and excitement in it.

Joyce jerked her head up and looked at the man.

It's him, Luther, and he's finally found her.

Her heart warmed, countless aggression and fear came up together, and her blood seemed to have burned up in her body...