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 prminister 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, PrMinister."

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

Clint stood awkwardly in front of Joyce, "I'm sorry, | really didn't know. | saw that man in black just now, | thought he was going to

shoot at you. | was afraid you would get hurt, especially since you're pregnant, so..."

Joyce rubbed her forehead, "lI know you meant well, otherwise you wouldn't have stood in front of me. But, letemphasize

again, the assassin just now was targeting you, not me."

Clint's face paled, "Targeting me? So they have found my whereabouts and cto Khebury? How did | offend them? Why do they

want to putin 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 tto escape.

Too mysterious, almost exposed.

After listening to Munin's question.

Joyce shook her head, "I don't know the reason, unless you remember yourself. But since they have found you, your current

residence is not safe. | need to find you a new place and reconsider your safety."

"Oh," Clint looked around, "It doesn't matter where | live. You don't have to worry too much, maybe my whereabouts haven't been

exposed yet. Perhaps the assassin just happened to seeon the street. So he acted in haste and didn't hurt me."

Joyce frowned, "You can't be careless, nothing happens by chance. There must have been a premeditation.”

"I see." She thought for a moment, "We are now living in a compound in the city center, on the upper floors. The 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 don't have to worry about privacy issues. | think this is the safest option. | will have a private doctor cto take

care of you every day."

In fact, Aaron usually stayed in a single room dormitory for child pick-ups.

"Don't be sorry, how can it be a bother?" Clint smiled, slightly pleased inside. Closer to her, wouldn't that be better, this is the

result he wanted.

"Okay, don't go back to the apartment, I'll take you back now," Joyce said, to the bodyguard, "Go to the police station and see if

there are any updates. I'll take the car first."

"Yes, PrMinister," the bodyguard immediately responded.

Joyce took Clint back to the car, driving herself.

Clint sat in the passenger seat, asking, "You mentioned that there was still work to do at the company while we were having dinner.

Now you are takinghome. Isn't this delaying your work? Troubling you so much, | feel even more sorry."

Joyce glanced at him, indeed it was delaying her, but what could she do?

"In the face of sudden circumstances, it's not your fault. Why apologize? Besides, how can work be more important than a life?"

Clint pursed his lips, his pale face unable to hide his apology, "Even if that's the case, I'm troubling you too much."

He glanced at Joyce a few more times, this woman was too upright, if not for their hostile relationship, she would truly be

admirable. However, his grand plan was more important, and he wouldn't be swayed by a little sentiment.

Shortly after, Joyce drove the car back home.

She personally arranged Munin's accommodation.

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

door refrigerator, smart kitchen, shower, and massage bathtub all included. Even the bedding was all up to a five-star hotel

standard.

Clint walked around inside and was surprised, "Your employee dormitory has such high treatment. It seems no worse than yours."

"Between people, there is no distinction of nobility. Since we work together, the treatment should be the same. | always treat

everyone equally," Joyce pointed to the room, "Someone will cto clean every day at ten in the morning. The bedding is

changed daily, if you stay long term, | will have them changed once a week. Three meals a day can be delivered to your room,

there is also a dedicated staff kitchen upstairs. There's a chef to cook. But if you feel uncomfortable with others, or don't want to

eat with them. You can dine in your own room or order takeout. It's all fine."

She thought Munin behaved nobly, probably unwilling to live with ordinary people.

At this point, Joyce seemed to remember something and took out a card and handed it to Munin.

"By the way, this is my credit card. Bind it to your phone, you can use it to purchase daily necessities, order takeout, and more, all

delivered to your door. It's inconvenient if you don't have money. Of course, you can also have other security personnel buy things

worry about money."

amusing. He felt like he was being kept. The dignified crown prince,

dit card. Wouldn't that be a huge joke if he said it out loud?

access more confidential information. Everything was worth it. The

orking as planned. Everything was perfect.

d to leave, "You stay first, I'll go back to the company."

posal. I'll accept this card as my salary card for now. My expenses will be

a duck onto a perch. However, a man's dignity wouldn't last if he kept

nin's job.

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