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?

the phone interface, Joyce scanned the QR code. 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

Joyce was left speechless. She awkwardly

Munin would regain 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

can personally explain." Joyce quickly waved it off, "No need for that. Don't overthink it, just go back and rest. I have things to take care of. I really

hurried away. But as she turned, the corner of her eye caught an unusual black shadow darting past

indecision. It seemed her enemies were all dealt with, so why

Munin aside abruptly, shouting, "Get

rang out, shattering the calm and causing chaos among the crowded street. People panicked and scattered, unaware of where to

was in a state 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 now certain, the target was Munin, not her. Someone was really trying to kill

him!" Joyce pulled out her pistol, the "Pavna Witness," and held it firmly, rising

he couldn't catch Joyce, her movements were swift. The bodyguard, alerted, drew