You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1727: Did You Think I Had No Ace up My Sleeve?

"Miss Ballard, your shoulder seems to be seriously injured. Would you like me to take a look?" Joyce paid no attention to Athena's next move. Athena immediately became alert and rejected, "Get lost, I don't need you to look." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Joyce pretended to sigh, "What a pity. I actually know some methods for treating injuries. Since Miss Ballard doesn't need it, forget about it." "Oh, by the way!" Joyce pretended to glance to the side, "What were you planning to do just now? Call for reinforcements? How unfortunate.”

Athena narrowed her eyes, unsure of what Joyce was up to.

“It's a shame. I also called a lot of people today. Including major media outlets. They're very interested in our gossip. Last time, they only captured your back, and everyone felt it was a pity. Today, how about revealing your true face in front of everyone?" Joyce smiled. She was well-prepared for today's banquet.

"What?!" Athena couldn't believe it. "You actually called the reporters? Aren't you afraid of being humiliated after being abandoned by your husband? How dare you openly call the reporters!"

Joyce shrugged, "My skin is thicker than a city wall, as you've already experienced. I don't mind at all. I am the victim, and the public will only sympathize with me. It's you, as the mistress, who should face public criticism. If you're not afraid, why should I be?"

Athena gritted her teeth, wishing she could pull Joyce's hair out by the roots, leaving her completely bald to relieve her anger.

But for now, she didn't want to expose her true identity and appearance in front of the media. She had other matters to attend to.

"Hehe, let's settle things before the reporters arrive," Athena snapped her fingers. She had arranged an ambush in the cafe, and a group of black-clad individuals were waiting for her signal to rush out and subdue Joyce.

Joyce crossed her arms, calmly waiting for Athena's response, unruffled.

Athena snapped her fingers, waited a few seconds, but there was no movement. She frowned, unsure if her finger snap was too soft.

snapped her

again, no one rushed

empty cafe, not a soul in sight. "Oh well," Joyce's voice carried a tone of regret, "It seems like your people aren't very capable. They've been waiting here for so long, maybe they're too tired, so my people took them for afternoon tea to rest. I hope you don't mind. After all, we're all human beings. When they work for money, it's only fair to occasionally give them

released it, clenched it again,

breath and

Athena turned around, intending to leave. However, she had underestimated Joyce. Seeing Joyce's confident expression, Athena realized that besides the reporters, Joyce must have also brought armed personnel from the warlord's side and

useless

had been

She hadn't gained the slightest advantage over Joyce,

was unwilling, she had no

dress to slip off her shoulder. A large, gaping wound resembling a black hole

It was a gunshot wound!

Otis! She repeatedly appeared in Pascaylia, her identity and whereabouts shrouded in mystery, and

Rohomes people recently

panic flashed in Athena's eyes. She quickly adjusted her clothes and glared fiercely at Joyce. In her heart, she wondered if Joyce

wasn't afraid. After all, she held the

did you really think I have no ace up

hand, and her long,

Luther, right? You still have someone else you worry about. Remember, theperson you

still scratched by Athena, leaving a

back, warily