You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Obviously the situation around Victor was not quite suitable for him to continue the call. Obviously Ricky was determined to put him to death this time.

This made their nervous hearts, like a sudden break in the string, more unsettled and panic.

Karl slammed on the brakes and made a sharp turn.

"Where are we going now? Victor just said he was going to the clock tower. We don’t seem to be in the right direction." Joyce reached out and pressed Karl's hand on the steering wheel and questioned.

"We are going to the police headquarters first. I'll put you under our witness protection, and you will go to a safe house." Karl's cold voice came beside her.

“You want to protect me, and then you go through the risk yourself?" Joyce instantly felt a bit annoyed. She reached out and grabbed his steering wheel to stop him from turning the car, “I do not agree, how can I let you go to your death alone? I'm definitely not going to any safe house!" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of s early and in the highest quality.

They were on the expressway, which wasn't really an ideal place for an argument. Karl failed to make the turn and the vehicle continued to move forward.

"Joyce, don't be ridiculous! Listen! Ricky is a professional killer with an international background. I can't let anything happen to you." Karl bellowed. He had never spoken to Joyce in such a stern tone before. "So I can just stand by and watch something happen to you? You know I won't. Take me with you!" Joyce refused to budge at all, "Don't waste our time. Victor is in a dangerous situation, and how much time do you think will be lost in one round trip if you take me to the police headquarters?"

about letting her get out of the car and go to the police station alone. Under

and they

hit the gas and speed towards the clock tower where Victor

Meanwhile.

forensic center. When

his own connections in the black market, who told him that the AWM gun he used

serious must have happened. It couldn't

on his mind, returning them as usual afterwards. After all, he had no reason to spend an astronomical price to buy it, simply to destroy it

that someone would

in the morning. He did not want it to affect her

of his powers, he quickly found out that someone from the police department had purchased the gun. He immediately realized how serious the problem could be and recalled that he probably had left some blood stains on the gun. Although he had wiped them clean at the time, analysts could identify it was his blood. The police department must have known that he was the one who killed Thomas, and they just

let them find out what happened, because this matter would inevitably