You Hit My Heart
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 turnedout that during the fight just now, he was stabbed in the abdomenwithout realizing it. Without much care, and no time to bandage thewound, replaceing Joyce was the top priority at the moment.

He faintly heard the sound of fighting and became more and moreanxious.

Although Joyce's marksmanship was good enough, there was still aninnate difference in strength between men and women. She did nothave 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 soundof 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, becareful I cut her throat.”

As the voice fell, Otis slowly appeared from behind the big tree withJoyce in his arms.

Luther finally saw clearly. At the moment Joyce was held by Otis, asharp dagger was pressed against her throat without any gaps.

In an instant, Luther's handsome face turned pale, and his thoughtsseemed 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 handpressed even tighter against Joyce, and casually even cut a long slit.Luther took a breath of cold air, tense all over like a fully drawnbowstring.

The last time he saw Joyce in danger with his own eyes was themoment she fell off the cliff.

He was like today, coming too late, watching her disappear from hissight. That scene was painfully unforgettable, and that parting was a fullfour 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 loseher.

"What do you want? If you want to take the plane, let her go, we willnever stop you." Luther promised, "You want however much money, Iwill 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 biggesttrump card. As long as she is in my hands, what do I lack? I want totake 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 heretoo? She didn't want him to be involved too.

"Otis, be realistic. Taking her away won't work, the warlords won't giveup. They will chase you to the ends of the earth. Do you want to escapewith her? You have to watch her all the time, which is equivalent tocarrying a burden. Can you stay awake day and night? Why don't wemake a deal. You have worked hard for so many years, isn't it just forthe money?" Luther forced himself to calm down and negotiate withOtis.

"Haha. Mr. Warner makes some sense." Otis smiled, he also knew thattaming Joyce in a short time was impossible. Taking Joyce with himwas indeed threatening to him every minute. It was not realistic.Luther saw him loosen up and immediately persuaded, “I assure youthat Stream Bay Business Jet will take off before all people retreat onekilometer 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 notenough. 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 hishumanity. The people closest and dearest to him could turn againsthim, 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 hisheart.

The pain of others made him happy.

"Mr. Warner, your promise is not safe. If you go back on your word, Iwill be very passive." Otis's lips opened, and he spit out word by word.Luther's heart thumped straight, knowing Otis would not compromiseeasily, "What do you want?"

Otis looked hideous, "It's very simple, I have a pill here. Mr. Warnertakes this pill, the antidote is with me. After I'm safe, I'll tell you wherethe antidote is.”

"Heh heh, Mr. Warner should not be unfamiliar with the drugsdeveloped internally by the warlords, right? How does it feel?" Afterspeaking, Otis arrogantly threw back his head and laughed wildly.Luther suddenly stiffened, as if his whole body had been soaked in icewater from head to toe.

The warlord's medicine, he naturally tasted.

Once Charlotte and Ricky jointly framed him and gave him a medicineto lose his recent memory. It was because he lost his memory that hemade a big mistake, he forgot the bits and pieces between him andJoyce, forgot that he had already fallen in love with Joyce, and forgot allof 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 myown eyes and fall into the sea.

For this, he paid a heavy price, living like a walking corpse for fourwhole years. How long did it take him to win back her heart, eventhough 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 alreadysoaked in cold sweat, even his legs were weak, and his chest was sostuffed 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.” Otisdeliberately 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 agap, and Joyce shouted with all her strength at this time, "Don't listen tohim, don't eat it!"

Otis immediately tightened his arms again and tightly strangled Joyce'sthroat.

Provocatively, "Mr. Warner, eat it quickly. What? Are you afraid? Don'tyou love this woman? Are you willing to die for her? You have nochoice.”

Luther stretched out his hand to take the medicine, and the darknessconcealed his unstoppable trembling.

He was really scared, afraid of forgetting Joyce.