NovelStartJoyce stopped for a moment in the wind and snow.
She reached out and hailed a cab. She didn't drive her own car. Although she was vaguely aware that Luther had a tracker in her
car and that Karl might be able to track the movement of her vehicle in real tas well, however, it was a double-edged sword.
Luther and Karl could know her movements.
So could Otis.
In the past two days, she always had the feeling that she was being secretly watched, and she suspected that Otis had sent
someone to follow her around. Therefore, she needed to avoid Otis’ eyes.
After she got into the cab, the driver politely asked, "Where are you going?"
"Club Pascaylia," Joyce said lightly.
"Ah, what's the point of going there in the cold?" The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and was surprised, "You sound like a
foreigner, right? The Capital is notorious for its poor luck. A pair of brothers was developing the building, yet they died one after
another, and then the funds were cut off, and the building was abandoned. There were several company owners who wanted to
take over the building, but in the end they gave up. They went bankrupt, closed down, or jumped from the building. It is said that
they were all cursed. After that, no one dares to take the land."
"Now the vicinity of that place has been all deserted. Who would go there? Did you get the wrong address?"
The driver rattled on and on.
"No mistake, Club Pascaylia," Joyce repeated, glancing at the map on her phone's navigation, "You dropoff at the intersection
and I'll walk there myself."
The driver couldn't help but glance back at Joyce and sighed, "Okay. You pay, and you say where to go. You take care of your own
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"Thanks." Joyce bowed her head.
She hesitated to call Karl.
Although, she previously promised Juanita that she would call Karl. But when she was actually sitting in the cab, she hesitated. Four
years ago, she left Karl and took a risk alone, Juanita said, and Karl felt guilty about it for four whole years.
She didn't know what kind of torment Karl had suffered, but she knew that he was safe and sound.
This was the best ending.
Little did she know what she would face today.
She wasn't completely sure.
But she still decided to go there alone.
Once again, she chose to leave Karl behind.
She wanted to take revenge herself!!!
Thinking of this, she took out her phone and edited a timed email to Karl, telling him about the matter and the address, and Karl
would automatically receive this email two hours later.
She thought that it would be best if she could work it out herself.
When she couldn't solve it, she asked Karl to cand take care of it.
This was the best arrangement.
About half an hour later, the cab arrived at Club Pascaylia.
"You can get off here." The driver said, reaching out and pointing to the left front, "That rotten building in front of you."
"Okay, thanks." Joyce paid the money and after she got out of the car, she looked around.
Sure enough, it was a depressing scene.
Crossing the road, she con top of a ruin, uninhabited and devoid of life.
Overgrown with weeds, covered with snow, directly in front, a rotten building about a dozen stories high was standing in the middle
of the ruins, and the uneven outer walls were patchy and peeling.
Joyce reached out and touched the pistol she had pinned to her waist.
She took a deep breath and cautiously walked into the building.
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