You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Pascaylia.

Night fell, and the bright moon was dazzling with a lot of small stars around it. In such a quiet night, it seemed as if you could finally stop thinking about all kinds of things, just quietly take a sip of your tea and watch the night sky.

Joyce came home earlier than usual today, and after having dinner with Anderson, she sat at the window, staring at the bright moonlight. Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

She looked down and saw that it was Karl calling. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She went to the kitchen, avoiding Anderson, picked up the phone and asked, "Hey, are we going to do something now? Yes, tomorrow night at twelve o'clock. We are going to his office at the charity commission. I have got us a car and all other tools. Are you ready over there?" Karl asked.

“No problem, Kane and I have already talked about it. He has studied the surveillance system as well as the security setup near the charity commission. By the time we arrived, within about twenty minutes, he could have hacked into the security system, cut off all surveillance, and opened all the electronic doors. Don't worry, these are just small things to Kane."

"Great. Tomorrow, you, Kane and I will meet there on time." Karl instructed.

"Hmm. You must tell Juanita to stay at home and not come out." Joyce let out a low laugh, "She is not fit for this type of activity.”

the way, after taking down Mr. Clark.

be wasting our efforts.” Karl raised his voice slightly, “I'l make it happen. With the help our

Juanita should take over if not just for the benefit of the people.”

a pause, Karl continued, "Or we can get there half an

problem.” Joyce

a low, magnetic male voice

are you talking to on

hurry and found that it was actually Luther. “When did you get in? How can you walk without even making a sound? Why did you

questioned repeatedly

even hear a

added to the pupil recognition settings of your door lock." Luther

shouted, "How did you

“It's me, Mommy."

playing a game on the couch when he heard their conversation, and he dutifully raised