You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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?

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

She awkwardly replied, "Alright, I'll reply

his memory soon and be sent back to W-country. Otherwise, if he stayed here and kept pestering her every day, she wouldn't be able to handle it. Not to mention the big jar of jealousy waiting for her

for that. Don't overthink it, just go back and

that, she turned and hurried away. But as she turned, the corner of her eye caught an unusual black shadow darting past a nearby alley at the intersection. Joyce's sharp instincts immediately sensed

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

abruptly, shouting,

frozen in place. And then... a gunshot rang out, shattering the calm and causing chaos among the crowded street. People panicked and scattered, unaware of where to run.

of 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 killed. She was

out her pistol, the "Pavna Witness," and held it firmly, rising to chase after the black shadow that disappeared into the alley. Clint got up from the ground. "Don't go,

her movements were swift. The bodyguard, alerted, drew