Chapter 2052: Dark Arts

The driver nervously glanced back, fearing that if Joyce's hand slipped, the Crown Prince would die on the spot. Even if they died a thousand times, they couldn't escape the blame.

"I have one bullet left in my gun, reserved just for you," Joyce said, pressing the gun barrel harder. "Get out of the car. Have the driver open the door. You and I will get out together. Once I'm safe, I'll let you go."

She commanded.

But Clint remained motionless.

The driver held his breath.

Even if he opened the door, he had to follow the Crown Prince's orders and couldn't act on his own.

"Clint, did you hear me?! Don't think I won't do it. I won't hesitate. Even if you're the Crown Prince! I'm still a warlord's heir! Killing you is a responsibility I can bear."

Clint laughed. "Joyce, do you know why I don't care?"

He elegantly extended his hands, gently caressing his wound with long fingers, indifferent to her words.

Joyce squinted her eyes. She knew something was wrong but couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Desperate and taking risks, she had no choice but to hold him hostage.

Suddenly.

Joyce felt a sharp pain throughout her body.

The intense pain and suddenness made her unable to hold onto the gun.

raised his arm and easily disarmed her in a

ejected the bullet from the

was

gun

the driver, "What are

Joyce couldn't believe Clint had taken her gun. The reason was her sudden pain. Why? It

pain from earlier.

her. "I've tolerated you too much. Your actions have long crossed

you have to kidnap me here? Let me return home immediately! Otherwise, you'll be at odds with my Heath family warlords. If our countries clash, aren't you afraid your position as

grabbed Joyce's chin. "Do you

extended his hand and waved it in

clenched

immediately felt that sharp

in disbelief as she stared at Clint. How could

It wasn't scientific.

me?" Joyce broke free from his grip

terribly wrong.

"Heh." Clint chuckled deeply.

with the sacrificial ceremony earlier?" Joyce finally began to suspect the ceremony; everything was too abnormal. "Have you heard

frowned. "What kind of

East Lands' dark arts?

believe in such unscientific

this time pulling

played with her hair, more like admiring than

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