You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

After Karl had sent Joyce away.

Karl returned to his office.

When he looked back upon what happened today, he felt like he was dreaming.

For four years, the heavy stone he had been carrying in his heart finally fell to the ground at this moment.

But he did not feel at ease at all, because, as he knew, a stronger opponent had appeared.

Otis, the second most powerful man in the military, was much more difficult to deal with than Ricky.

Back then, even if it was but a mere Ricky, his carelessness almost cost him his life. Today's Otis would be more than that. But, he was no longer the Karl of that year either, and now, he had tremendous power in his hand.

That said, his long-cherished wish for four years had finally come real and he felt so relieved.

As long as Joyce was safe, he would have no regrets.

He felt relieved, and he thought of Juanita, who had been his silent support for four years, and he picked up his cell phone and dialed her number.

Usually they didn't see each other much, and after the accident four years ago, Juanita became quite shy instead. She had been deliberately avoiding him. If it wasn't for the continuous efforts of the two families to create opportunities for them to meet, he was afraid they might have already lost contact.

He seldom took the lead in such a matter, and he was usually very busy at work, so he seldom called her.

A few moments later, the call was answered.

Juanita's sweet and delicate voice came, "Well, Karl, are you looking for me? Is there something wrong?"

“I want to see you tonight, Cloud Sea Restaurant, six o'clock. How's that?" He paused for a moment, "We can talk about it ... about getting married.”

Apparently, the person on the phone, froze for a moment.

“Your mother is pushing you again? It's okay. I'll talk to her, and I don't want to get married yet."

"No. My mom didn't say anything, and I wanted to call you myself." Karl said softly.

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"Hmm."

a word, and

softly and immediately hung up the

when Luther called Joyce, to

an inexplicable fear

of that Mr. Walsh of Blue Maple have to do

rushed to turn on the

was broadcasting the

several police cars were parked at the entrance, police officers were busy going in and out, and reporters had all gathered in front

narrated excitedly, “This morning, a bizarre murder occurred in our city. The deceased is Mr. Walsh of Blue Maple Group. So far, the police have not found any suspicious people entering the scene. According to our sources, the deceased does not look like he has died a natural death. There are even comments that it looks more like it

Anderson was beside him and the TV was showing a bloody picture,

and he didn't know if it was the older

Karl went to

get involved

have to

phone calls? There had been too many questions that could not

Anderson tugged on Luther's

left home in a hurry

deal

Karl, there could be no danger for the

forget about that for now, and it's more

soft hair, his dark eyes overflowing

wait for

kitchen and opened

took out eggs,

a pot of

thick sandwiches were made and apple juice was squeezed. Then, he set the breakfast

quickly climbed up to the

served him a bowl of cereal, made another sandwich, and poured a glass of apple

clapped his little hands, "I