Joyce looked up at the clock on the wall.
It was already after 1 a.m. She didn't expect that Luther would come to the detention center in the middle of the night.
She hadn't seen him for days since his business trip to Mufron. Before he left, they had a bad breakup when Shelly framed her for leaking a car design to the Ballard family group.
She never thought that they would meet again in such a place.
Joyce's back felt hot and painful from the injury, but now it seemed that her body had been numbed all over and she could not feel the pain anymore.
She walked over and sat down in the chair across from Luther.
Neither of them spoke.
They just looked at each other for as long as a century. Neither could read the meaning in each other's eyes.
The surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be clearly heard.
No one wanted to speak first.
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