The more Joyce listened, the more her eyebrows tightened.
She clarified, "Mr. Henderson, you misunderstand me. I can't think that far ahead. I'm not sure about your relationship with Otis and Luther. I simply feel that you are not the same as Otis. Not suitable. That's all."
"Huh. You sounded as if you know me well." Justin sneered.
Joyce was stunned.
How could she not know him? She couldn't know him better. She had spent all the years of her youth with him.
She looked at him with glowing eyes, "Did Mr. Henderson ever go through something? From you, I can sense an unusual past. Why do you have to target Mr. Warner?"
Justin snickered, "He killed my wife. Does that count?"
He violently crushed the thin porcelain teacup in his hand, and the tea was spilled all over the table. He was covered with a strong aura of resentment, as if the weight of hostility was about to swallow everything around him.
This was the second time that Joyce had heard Justin mention that.
She got up in a hurry and wiped the tea that had turned up in front of him with a tablecloth.
"The deceased has passed away, and if Mrs. Henderson knows what you did now, do you think she would be happy?" Joyce raised her eyes and looked at him earnestly and sincerely.
At that moment, Justin was in a trance.
Such a tone and such a look... It was as if Joyce was now in front of him.
Yes, if Joyce was still around, she would not want to see him like this.
But, she was not there anymore.
What could he do? He could only live in hell.
His sexy thin lips opened slightly, closed, and opened again.
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