Female Novel
Chapter 896
In fifteen minutes, they would get her fingerprint data.
She could put a mask on her face, but her fingerprints could not be changed.
So, whether he gave her ten minutes or not, it was actually the same. Fifteen minutes later, she would
have nothing to hide in front of him.
The difference was that she admitted it herself or he found it out.
Joyce sighed softly. It was too hard to hide it from Karl.
She lowered her head slightly, reached behind her ear, and carefully, took off her mask.
She revealed the original stunning face in front of him.
When she looked up, she smiled slightly, "Mr. Gregory, it's been a long time. Oh, no, it's now
Commissioner Gregory."
Karl originally supported himself on the edge of the desk with both hands, and when he saw her real
face, he shuddered hard, his five fingers closing, and his knuckles showing. His grip on the edge of the
desk tightened.
The next moment, he suddenly rushed forward, pulled her up from the sofa and embraced her in his
arms.
Just like, four years ago, when she left him behind, she gave him a final hug.
A hug between friends.
His ten fingers gripped her shoulders tightly and couldn't stop trembling. Even his voice was trembling,
"It's really you, it's really you. Joyce, great, you're still alive. I thought … I thought I'd never see you
again ..."
Joyce gently patted his back and softly reassured him, "Well, I'm still alive. It's good that you're alive,
too."
In the office, the warm sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, lighting up everything
around them inch by inch. Their embracing figures, bathed in the golden sunlight, felt like a peaceful
dream.
"Bang".
The door of Karl's office room was suddenly opened.
The beautiful and warm scene was suddenly broken.
Joyce did not have a mask on her face, and she hurriedly turned her face away, not wanting to be
seen.
The person who came in was Raya, Karl's subordinate.
Raya just came in to deliver some materials to Karl, but he didn't expect to see ... Commissioner
Gregory hugging the suspect… He was stunned on the spot. What the hell was going on? Did he go to
the wrong office?!
The woman inside the office was indeed the suspect, and he personally brought her in.
Commissioner Gregory and a suspect? They could not just meet and fall in love? That would be
ridiculous!
"Leave your stuff by the door and get out." Karl said coldly.
He wanted Raya out because Joyce was not wearing her mask, and now, she looked completely
different from when she just came in, and he did not want to be known.
"Yes, Commissioner Gregory," Raya placed the file on top of the coffee table by the door, touched hisnovelbin
nose, closed the door with a surprised look, and hurried away.
The hug just now was interrupted in the middle.
At this moment, Karl had also calmed down, "Sit down."
"Good." Joyce resumed her seat on the couch. Shen then put the mask back on just to be on the safe
side, and took a hand glass out of her bag to make sure it was okay.
Karl sat down on the couch diagonally across from her.
"Joyce, how did you survive at that time? Falling from such a high cliff into the sea! We had looked for
you for several days and nights, but could not find anything. How on earth did you survive?" He couldn't
help but ask.
It had been four years. He didn’t have the nerve to even have hope in his heart.
Even now, he could not believe that she was really in front of him. He was so excited that he held her in
his arms just to confirm that the Joyce in front of him was real, and he was not having some illusion.
"It was Christian who saved me." Joyce returned, "Christian had been keeping an eye on us back then,
and when he knew I was headed for the Bluff, he rushed there immediately and he saved me just in
time. By the time your search team arrived, he had already taken me away."
"If you're alive, why didn't you tell me." Karl asked with pain in his voice. For four years, he had
endured such pain every day. How could he live in peace when she gave her life in exchange for his?
"At the time, I was in a coma." Joyce sighed, "I woke up a few months later. After I woke up, it took a
long time for the recovery again. By the time I had fully recovered, more than a year had passed, and I
thought about contacting you. But ..."
She paused, "I don't want to get you involved anymore. The thought that you were shot and nearly
killed because of me was really… Ricky was vicious, but he only targeted me, not anyone else."
"What makes you think that?" Karl frowned, "I am police. Isn't it my job to stop these outlaws and
protect citizens of the country? You are the one who have been overstepping your bounds when you
take it on yourself."
He was a little angry, inclined his head, and smiled bitterly, "In the end, you still don't have me in your
heart. To you, I'm just an outsider."
"I ..." she lowered her head, not knowing how to answer his words.
"Never mind. Let's not talk about that." Karl took a deep breath to calm himself down.
In any case, she was still alive, and it was already the best consolation he could ever beg for.
"By the way, how did you come to the Capital?" said Joyce looking around, "House of Inspection,
Special Investigation Unit? Well, it sounds very imposing. This is sort of a privilege agency, right?"
In fact, as the son of a high official in the legal profession, he should have long been high up in the
world, and it would be such a waste for him to be just a criminal police officer. Needless to say, such a
lofty environment matched him better.
Her eyes then fell on his almost extravagant uniform.
Each button on his navy-blue uniform was shining golden bright light, and the sun above the badge
was a symbol of supreme power shone even more brightly in the sunlight.
"Well." Karl introduced, "Special Investigation Unit is indeed privilege agency. It is the only agency that
has the authority to investigate the president as well as the inner workings of the military, without the
need for a writ, without the need for approval, and without hindrance to investigate anything we want."
"Oh." Joyce was slightly surprised.
He could investigate the military? She froze, "Could it be that you're doing it because ..."
"Yes, it's what you think." Karl simply admitted, "After your disappearance, Ricky's case was transferred
to the military, along with the valuable information obtained by the police department. Of course, I had a
backup. However, with my ability at that time, I had no right to interfere with the internal affairs of the
military, much less bring the mastermind to justice."