Grip

"I'll be there right now!" Lucille hung up the phone and rushed out. But at this moment, her wrist was clenched tightly. Lucille turned around and met Joseph's warm eyes. There was joy in his eyes, but it seemed cold and distant as if there was a layer of mist on them, making it hard for Lucille to see his true emotions clearly. "Bobo, are you going to find him?" "Yes." Lucille's mind was filled with the news that Frank had been shot. She was afraid that if she did not go, no one in the world would be able to save him. She was afraid that if she did not go this time, she might never see him again in the future. There seemed to be a hint of pain in Joseph's eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Bobo, don't go. The person who attacked you was Frank! He's not worth it for you to risk exposing your identity to Dilsburg!" Lucille struggled a few times but found that she could not break free from his grip. Her face darkened. "Do you have any evidence?" Joseph paused for a moment before he replied,