NovelStartThe night was extraordinarily quiet.
Inside the apartment, it was so quiet that she could even hear her own breath.
The sense of urgency of the unexpected call and the ringing that seemed to never stop made her feel suffocating.
Joyce held out her hand and hesitated for a moment.
What could Otis be doing calling her at this late hour?
Besides, Mr. Clark had just died, and Otis was looking for her at such a time?
"Thump-Thump-Thump!" Her heart seemed to be pounding straight against her chest disorderly.
When the ringing was about to stop, she finally pressed the answer button.
At the very moment, it would be even stranger if she did not answer the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Robertson, what do you want fromat this late hour?" Joyce had already calmed down when she picked up the
phone, her voice was clear and bright, and she sounded just like her usual self.
"Ms. Knowles, what took you so long to answer the phone?" Otis’ voice was slightly lowered.
"Oh, just got out of the shower. Mr. Robertson, what do you want?" Joyce said back.
"What? Can't | call you if | have got nothing?" Otis smiled wickedly, "I missed you before | called you."
"Mr. Robertson don't make jokes. If there's nothing I'll hang up, | had a full day of meetings today and arrived hlate. I'm
already tired and want to rest early." Joyce frowned.
"Is that so?" Otis smiled, his meaning unclear.
Joyce's frown deepened, and she felt Otis must have known something.
"Ms. Knowles, is the design ready yet? Let's meet tomorrow and you can show it to me." Otis paused, "You're coming alone. And
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdon't bring that guy again. What's her name, Kane?"
Joyce looked aghast. Alone?
She remembered Karl's repeated advice to her not to get in touch with Otis lately, especially not to see Otis alone.
So she politely refused, "Mr. Robertson, I'm sorry. There's a problem about the details of the design, and | need tto revise it.
Let's give it a week, and then I'll show you when I've finished it."
"Ms. Knowles does things with real excellence." Otis was laughing coolly.
"I must, otherwise how can | live up to your trust, Mr. Robertson, and the high design fees you pay?" Joyce said politely in return.
"Well, I won't disturb your rest. I'm hanging up now. Good night, and good dreams to you."
Otis said in an ambiguous voice, emphasizing the word "good dreams", and hung up the phone.
Joyce looked at the phone and was even more puzzled.
Why did Otis sound so strange? She always felt something was wrong and couldn't tell what it was.
She was quite sleepy, but this inexplicable phone call from Otis made her sleepless.
Glancing at Anderson, who was sleeping peacefully inside the room, her narrow eyebrows were raised and a hint of worry surfaced
on her face.
The inexplicable sense of unease in her heart, in the thick of the night, once again spread.
The next day.
Luther made a special trip to the orphanage yesterday afternoon.
He ran short and got news that shocked him greatly.
Ms. Armstrong disappeared. After the charity party that day, Ms. Armstrong was going to return to the orphanage exactly that
night. However, she was not heard of after the party.
Neither she returned to Khebury, nor did anyone know where she was in the Capital.
It was as if she had evaporated from the earth.
The police cto ask for Ms. Armstrong, who was listed as a missing person, and requested the Capital Police Station to help with
the investigation, but so far they got no progress.
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