You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1940

Chapter 1940: What's the Plan?

As they left the Western restaurant, Joyce pointed to a black sedan parked by the roadside. "I've arranged for a bodyguard to take you back," she said.

"Alright. And what about you? Heading back to work?" Clint inquired.

"Yes. You rest up first, we can discuss the rest later," Joyce smiled, glancing at her watch. The time lost today was really starting to add up, and she was eager to leave. "Don't forget to consider my proposal," Clint reminded her.

"I know," Joyce chuckled awkwardly, feeling Munin's intense gaze on her as she was about to leave. "I'm off."

"Wait," Clint pulled out a phone from his pocket. "Let's exchange contact information and add each other as friends. This is the phone your people sent me a couple of days ago. I've figured out how to use it already."

With that, he opened the phone to display a QR code and handed it to Joyce. She had no choice but to accept. Munin seemed to have a knack for taking charge, and she found herself following his lead, influencing her own thoughts and actions in the process. It was a trait only a true leader possessed. She couldn't help but wonder, was Munin truly just a scientist?

With a beep, she added Munin's contact information and casually added a note. Once Clint had her contact details, he sent a smiling emoji and added, "If I get bored, I might text you. If you're free, reply. If not, just ignore me. Don't

awkwardly replied, "Alright, I'll reply when I

back to W-country. Otherwise, if he stayed here and kept pestering her every day,

your husband misunderstands, I can personally explain." Joyce quickly waved it off, "No need for that. Don't overthink it, just go back and rest.

eye caught an unusual black shadow darting past a

was her or Munin, Joyce was momentarily frozen in indecision. It seemed her enemies were all dealt with, so why target Munin? Her body instinctively reacted faste

pushed Munin aside abruptly, shouting,

out, shattering the calm and

frenzy. The bullet hadn't hit anyone, landing precisely between Joyce and Munin at the restaurant's entrance, shattering the glass front and leaving a gaping hole, a terrifying sight. Glancing back, Joyce felt a chill. If she hadn't acted in time, Munin might have been

pistol, the "Pavna Witness," and held it firmly, rising to chase after the black shadow that disappeared into the alley. Clint got up

swift. The bodyguard, alerted, drew his

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