NovelStart"It doesn’t matter. It's just that if Miss Knowles loves beef, | know a place in the Capital that is quite famous." Luther smiled, "Why
don't we give it a try tomorrow."
"Thanks, but no." Joyce grimaced.
He just would never give up every single opportunity, right? What a cheeky man.
"Strange, Miss Knowles, why is there no fork on your plate? How inconvenient it must be to eat like that." Luther kindly pointed it
out, and then, he walked to the dining table next to her, took a fork and put it on her plate.
"Thanks. | left it on the dining table earlier. It doesn’t matter, and I'll just use a spoon."
Joyce glanced at him faintly, and she felt a bit worried.
Did he find something? Or did he see her throw her fork and hit the younger Mr. Walsh in the back of his hand?
She didn't think of adding another fork to her plate, because she was already full.
Just now she was perhaps too impulsive. She should think about it before she did such a thing.
Damn, she was really a bit too nosy.
Sure enough, Luther continued his analysis emotionlessly.
"A fork hit the hand of the younger Mr. Walsh's hand. And your fork is missing from you plate. Could that be the sfork? The
one that was stuck in his hand and the one you just accidentally lost?" He paused, "After all, as far as | can see, tonight, Miss
Knowles is the only person who has a problem with the younger Mr. Walsh."
She listened and frowned.
"Mr. Warner must be so good at imagining. You won't think that | did it, right?" She coolly swept him a glance, "I am actually not so
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"Miss Knowles is good at so many things. | just have a reasonable doubt." He suddenly moved closer to her and leaned into her
ear, "If you want to know who did it, you can just check the surveillance."
Joyce was stunned. Damn it, she forgot about something like this. If they checked the surveillance footage, it wouldn't be hard to
find that she had done it.
She blushed and subconsciously bit her lip, a little fretful.
On second thought, she thought it made no sense.
She looked up and looked around. This was a public place, and how could they install surveillance cameras here? This would be an
invasion against their privacy and they could only install surveillance cameras at the entrance.
It turned out that she had been bluffed by Luther. He was deliberately testing her!
"Mr. Warner, if you're interested, go check the surveillance yourself and see who it really is." She gave him a cold, blank look.
"Huh." Luther clutched the champagne glass in his hand and smiled with his head bowed. She finally realized that there was no
surveillance cameras in the hall.
But still, he could see her cautious and worried look just now.
It must be her.
Although, he did not see it with his own eyes.
But judging from the angle and direction she was standing before, and the position and direction the younger Mr. Walsh was hit, he
thought indeed she was the most suspicious. So, she knew that she could not stay and needed to go somewhere else.
If she was indeed Joyce, it would be a piece of cake for her to throw a fork. Joyce was good at boomerangs and shooting and she
must have wanted so much to help that girl. It was just something she could do.
There was no mistake and his intuition was not wrong. She was Joyce.
At this moment, he had been so determined.
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