Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 1598

Chapter 1598 No Choice

Running, Luther felt a spasm in his abdomen.

Touching it, the sticky and wet feeling turned out to be blood. It turned out that during the fight just now, he was stabbed in the abdomen without realizing it. Without much care, and no time to bandage the wound, finding Joyce was the top priority at the moment.

He faintly heard the sound of fighting and became more and more anxious.

Although Joyce's marksmanship was good enough, there was still an innate difference in strength between men and women. She did not have special training either.

On the contrary, Otis emerged from the strong by falling and crawling. His skills were probably above Vance.

Just now he exhausted his strength to barely subdue Vance.

How could he not worry about Joyce?

Following the sound, he rushed to the bushes near the gully. The sound of fighting had stopped.

His heartbeat seemed to stop with it, tense to the limit.

Vaguely, he saw two figures hiding behind a big tree.

He was about to approach.

Otis's ghostly voice came, "Stand still, if you take one step forward, be careful I cut her throat."

As the voice fell, Otis slowly appeared from behind the big tree with Joyce in his arms.

Luther finally saw clearly. At the moment Joyce was held by Otis, a sharp dagger was pressed against her throat without any gaps.

In an instant, Luther's handsome face turned pale, and his thoughts seemed to be completely drained.

His voice was trembling, "Let her go, whatever conditions you have, just say it. Don't hurt her."

"Heh heh, conditions?" Otis laughed wildly, the dagger in his hand pressed even tighter against Joyce, and casually even cut a long slit.

Luther took a breath of cold air, tense all over like a fully drawn bowstring.

The last time he saw Joyce in danger with his own eyes was the moment she fell off the cliff.

He was like today, coming too late, watching her disappear from his sight. That scene was painfully unforgettable, and that parting was a full four years.

Now watching the woman he loved fall into Otis's hands.

He lost the ability to think, panicked and confused.

He could no longer bear separation and could no longer bear to lose her.

"What do you want? If you want to take the plane, let her go, we will never stop you." Luther promised, "You want however much money, I will transfer it to your overseas account, however much money you say, I can satisfy you."

"Haha." Otis smiled evilly, "Do you think I'm stupid? She is the biggest trump card. As long as she is in my hands, what do I lack? I want to take her on the plane with me."

Joyce was controlled by Otis, anxious, she could not make a sound, only whimpering in her throat.

It was enough for her to be caught alone, what was Luther doing here too? She didn't want him to be involved too.

"Otis, be realistic. Taking her away won't work, the warlords won't give up. They will chase you to the ends of the earth. Do you want to escape with her? You have to watch her all the time, which is equivalent to carrying a burden. Can you stay awake day and night? Why don't we make a deal. You have worked hard for so many years, isn't it just for the money?" Luther forced himself to calm down and negotiate with Otis.

"Haha. Mr. Warner makes some sense." Otis smiled, he also knew that taming Joyce in a short time was impossible. Taking Joyce with him was indeed threatening to him every minute. It was not realistic.

Luther saw him loosen up and immediately persuaded, "I assure you that Stream Bay Business Jet will take off before all people retreat one kilometer away. How about it?"

Too late to regret, when I think back, I saw Joyce fall off the cliff with my own eyes and fall into the sea.

For this, he paid a heavy price, living like a walking corpse for four whole years. How long did it take him to win back her heart, even though Anderson survived the disaster, but they lost their daughter Iris. Such pain can never be comforted for a lifetime.

Just because of one pill!

Now, Otis asked him to take the medicine again.

Luther clenched his fists tightly, shaking involuntarily, his back already soaked in cold sweat, even his legs were weak, and his chest was so stuffed that he felt difficult to breathe.

He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of forgetting Joyce.

Even if he died, he didn't want to forget her.

"What medicine?" Luther struggled to stay calm and asked.

"Heh heh, whatever Mr. Warner thinks it is, that's what it is." Otis deliberately did not explain the words clearly.

Then Otis threw a bottle towards Luther and threw it in front of Luther.

Taking advantage of Otis's action of taking out the bottle, there was a gap, and Joyce shouted with all her strength at this time, "Don't listen to him, don't eat it!"

Otis immediately tightened his arms again and tightly strangled Joyce's throat.

Provocatively, "Mr. Warner, eat it quickly. What? Are you afraid? Don't you love this woman? Are you willing to die for her? You have no choice."

Luther stretched out his hand to take the medicine, and the darkness concealed his unstoppable trembling.

He was really scared, afraid of forgetting Joyce.