You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1941 Taking A Woman'S Credit Card

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 replace 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."

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.

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. I need to replace 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 me on 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. I think this is the safest option. I will have a private doctor come to 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, Prime Minister," 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 taking me home. Isn't this delaying your work? Troubling you so much, I 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. I always treat everyone equally," Joyce pointed to the room, "Someone will come to clean every day at ten in the morning. The bedding is changed daily, if you stay long term, I 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 for you. They will report back to me, so you don't have to worry about money."

When Clint took the credit card, he actually found it quite amusing. He felt like he was being kept. The dignified crown prince, eating and living off a woman, even using a woman's credit card. Wouldn't that be a huge joke if he said it out loud?

However.

He didn't care, as long as he could get closer to her, and access more confidential information. Everything was worth it. The assassin he arranged today, the chaos he caused, was working as planned. Everything was perfect.

Seeing that Munin didn't say anything else, Joyce planned to leave, "You stay first, I'll go back to the company."

Clint called out to her retreating figure, "Consider my proposal. I'll accept this card as my salary card for now. My expenses will be deducted from my future salary."

"I know, I will consider it."

Joyce waved her hand, her figure gradually disappearing.

Just now, Munin's so-called reminder seemed like forcing a duck onto a perch. However, a man's dignity wouldn't last if he kept eating and living for free. She indeed had to consider Munin's job.