Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 270

The woman from the other end was silent for a moment, seemingly shocked by Luther's aura, and then she hurriedly cut off.

The "beep-beep-beep" busy tone echoed in the empty air…

Luther's mind went blank.

The photo of Joyce tied up on the ground was carved into his mind and he just could never get rid of it. She was lying on the floor, her body curled up, her hands tied behind her back, her lips taped, her normally crystal-clear eyes now shut tight lifelessly.

He remembered the unhealed wound on her back, which must be hurting bad at the moment.

He clenched his fist tightly, veins popping on the back of his hand. He could not tell whether it was heartache or just rage, but he just wanted to crush the phone into pieces.

Karl stepped forward and gripped the phone in his hand, saying calmly, "Let go and give me your phone. I'm going to install a real-time tracker on your phone."

Luther snapped back to his senses, his hand loosened, and pain crossed his eyes.

His voice was hoarse, "Well, can you trace where the call came from?"

"It shouldn't be a problem," Karl replied.

Karl could see the pain on his face and he understood what it must be like – pain, torture, nervousness, everything.

After all, Joyce was his wife, and all he could do was try his best to get Joyce back.

A young police officer suddenly shouted excitedly, "We found the signal!"