You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2049: The Heaven Worship Ceremony

Joyce walked back and sat next to Clint. She glanced at Clint, who was standing, and fiddled with the gun in her hand. Her thoughts had been entirely focused on completing the shooting earlier, and she hadn' had a chance to thoroughly examine the handgun. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"This is a model developed by your country, right? I've heard your nation excels at weapon manufacturing. Is this a new model? Small caliber, precision-engineered barrel, chamfered muzzle to protect the rifling, and good ergonomics. The grip texture enhances stability, making it comfortable to hold, and the recoil is manageable. An 11-round capacity is just right, and I see the magazine catch is ambidextrous." She commented, "I fired ten shots earlier; you should have your attendants check the shell casings."

There was still one bullet left in the handgun. Holding it in her hand was an unspoken threat to Clint standing beside her. Killing Clint would be easy for her, but she knew she couldn't go back if she did. Moreover, killing the crown prince of a country would have serious repercussions, which she was well aware of. So she wouldn't do it.

Clint signaled to his attendants with a glance. Several attendants hurried forward to collect the shell casings. Joyce placed the handgun on the coffee table and leisurely picked up her teacup, taking a few sips. Clint turned slightly towards her, "You really know your guns. You're right; this is our latest model."

"Give me one," Joyce smiled, "I'm very interested in new models."

Clint narrowed his eyes, "Alright, this gun is yours."

Joyce was taken aback; she had only said it casually. Did Clint really dare to give her the gun? Was he that bold or just indifferent?

She tightened her grip on her teacup, silently observing him and calculating his intentions.

After a while, several attendants returned with the shell casings and some cherry pits that had been shot down. They presented them to Clint. He examined them; the juice had already splattered, but from some remaining pits, it was clear that Joyce had aimed at the top half of the cherries to minimize impact on the guards' heads. She was indeed impressive.

head guard approached Clint

head guard knelt

you may leave," Clint waved

understood that this meant they wouldn't be held accountable

Your Highness," he bowed

you should thank is her,"

chill on their heads. He also knew that one timid guard had been trembling throughout; he saw it too. He understood that she pretended to practice first and then shot directly when they were not tense to protect that timid guard and

towards her had turned into gratitude

it was her mess to clean

guard stood up

attendant approached respectfully, "Your Highness, the ceremony is

out and pulled Joyce up from her seat, "Come with

puzzled, "What

Clint wouldn't be good news.

returned to East Palace for this ceremony. After it's over, we can leave tomorrow. It's an annual

along? I want to go back to sleep," Joyce tried

here; no wonder she saw so many people coming and going-they were