Female Novel
Chapter 1598 No Choice
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?"
Otis's eyes rolled, he actually had other plans in his mind.
Based solely on Luther's assurance, he didn't believe it.
Even if Luther could really do it, the chips in his hands were not enough. After plotting for so many
years, he was not just for money. More was a strong desire for power and conquest.
His own life and death, he didn't really care about.
The painful experiences since childhood had already distorted his humanity. The people closest and
dearest to him could turn against him, why should he still have humanity?
He liked to see other people struggle between life and death.
That kind of painful look greatly satisfied a corner missing from his heart.novelbin
The pain of others made him happy.
"Mr. Warner, your promise is not safe. If you go back on your word, I will be very passive." Otis's lips
opened, and he spit out word by word.
Luther's heart thumped straight, knowing Otis would not compromise easily, "What do you want?"
Otis looked hideous, "It's very simple, I have a pill here. Mr. Warner takes this pill, the antidote is with
me. After I'm safe, I'll tell you where the antidote is."
"Heh heh, Mr. Warner should not be unfamiliar with the drugs developed internally by the warlords,
right? How does it feel?" After speaking, Otis arrogantly threw back his head and laughed wildly.
Luther suddenly stiffened, as if his whole body had been soaked in ice water from head to toe.
The warlord's medicine, he naturally tasted.
Once Charlotte and Ricky jointly framed him and gave him a medicine to lose his recent memory. It
was because he lost his memory that he made a big mistake, he forgot the bits and pieces between
him and Joyce, forgot that he had already fallen in love with Joyce, and forgot all of Charlotte's evil
deeds.
He went against his will, hurt Joyce, and was about to marry Charlotte.
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.