You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1941 Taking a Woman's Credit Card

Clint pretended to be surprised, "Marksman?"

"Yes! So, if you don't understand the situation, don't make things worse! If it weren't for you, the prime minister would have definitely caught that assassin!" the bodyguard complained.

Joyce waved her hand, "Forget about these useless things. He's escaped, so now quickly inform the police. See if we can still find a trace of the killer."

The bodyguard immediately responded, "Yes, Prime Minister."

After that, he hurried to the side and started making phone calls.

Clint stood awkwardly in front of Joyce, "I'm sorry, I really didn't know. I saw that man in black just now, I thought he was going to shoot at you. I was afraid you would get hurt, especially since you're pregnant, so..."

Joyce rubbed her forehead, "I know you meant well, otherwise you wouldn't have stood in front of me. But, let me emphasize again, the assassin just now was targeting you, not me." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Clint's face paled, "Targeting me? So they have found my whereabouts and come to Khebury? How did I offend them? Why do they want to put me in a perilous situation?"

In fact, he knew very well. Because the assassin he sent to kill him was just a show for them. The assassin shooting on the street wouldn't have hit him at all. The goal was just to create a spectacle and panic. However, he overlooked one thing, although he knew Joyce was a marksman, he had never witnessed it. He didn't expect Joyce to react so swiftly.

Just a little more, and Joyce would have subdued the assassin.

He deliberately bumped her arm, causing her to miss. He was worried the assassin would fall into Joyce's hands, and if he talked too much, his identity would be exposed. So, he had to pretend to protect Joyce and stand in front of her, causing her to miss, giving the assassin time to escape.

Too mysterious, almost exposed.

listening to

to find you a new place and reconsider your safety." "Oh," Clint looked around, "It doesn't matter where I live. You don't have to worry too much, maybe my whereabouts haven't been exposed yet. Perhaps the assassin just happened to see

be careless, nothing happens by chance. There

lower floors have two levels, all single dormitories for security personnel and cleaning staff. I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay with the security personnel for now. But don't worry, there is a separate single room, very spacious, fully equipped, comparable to your current apartment. You

a single room

inside. Closer to

Joyce said, to the bodyguard, "Go to the police station and see if there are any updates. I'll take the car

Prime Minister," the bodyguard

to

the company while we were having dinner.

at him, indeed it was delaying her, but what could

it's not your fault. Why apologize? Besides, how can work be more important than

pursed his lips, his pale face unable to hide his apology, "Even

if not for their hostile relationship, she would truly be admirable. However, his grand plan was more important, and

drove the car back

arranged

was a single room, but it was actually very spacious, with modern facilities comparable to a high-end apartment, a

and was surprised, "Your employee dormitory has such high treatment. It seems