You Hit My Heart
Chapter 52

"Heh." Joyce was speechless at the ridiculous.

And it was none of her business.

She would have sit in a cafe for a while and have a cup of coffee, butnow that was not possible.

Joyce turned around to leave, but Christian stopped her again."Every time I see you, you're preoccupied. Is Luther treating youbadly?" Christian asked curiously.

Joyce thought it was pointless to keep wasting time on it and simplyanswered him, "I have nothing to do with him. You misunderstood.”"Misunderstanding?” Christian snorted and shook his head. "There's noway he'd bring unrelated women to a party.”

“You wouldn't believe me even if I told you, so why ask morequestions?" Joyce was tempted to shake off his hand, but he clutched ittightly, "Why don't you just go ask Luther?"

Intuition told her that the man in front of her was not an ordinaryperson, perhaps he was involved in the gangster. Perhaps he wasLuther's enemy.

In short, she needed to stay away.

"Your name is Joyce, isn't it?" He teased at her slightly.

She froze for a moment. It seemed he had everything about her.

He closed his hand with force and instantly pulled her in front of him.Too close, she could clearly feel his breath.

“You smell so good. I love it."

“Let go. What are you trying to do in public?" She looked away,dodging.

"What, are you afraid?"

He laughed evilly and wildly, and lowered his head to give her a peckon the cheek.

"Shameless." Joyce thought it was annoyed that she had beenmolested in public.

"How about not leaving Luther and be with me? I can give you anythingyou want." He said it in a bad way.

Joyce kicked him hard and shook off his hand, finally breaking awayfrom him and taking a few steps back.

"Sick." With that, she turned and ran for the door.

This person was dangerous and she cannot have any involvement.Christian did not chase after her, smiling and shouting at her back, “theBallard family group, Christian. Woman, you will need me one day.Remember to come to me oh."

Joyce ignored it.

As she trotted to the cafe door, she glanced back at Christian.

He was seen propping up the bar with one hand, legs folded andplaced, sipping coffee in a leisurely manner.

Thinking about his bad behavior just now, she suddenly felt the fireinside her body everywhere.

Such people should always be taught a lesson.

With that in mind, she held a boomerang dart in her hand.

The dart flew out like a sword and returned to her hand quickly.

The impact was swift, and the black liquid poured out all over hisexpensive suit and shiny American crocodile shoes.

It instantly made him wretched.

In his life, he had never been so screwed.

He froze and disbelief was on his face.

Because he saw it.

Although the speed was extremely fast and difficult for the averageperson to perceive. But he can see it clearly that it was a boomerangdart that hit the coffee in his hand and then flew back.

The person who threw the boomerang was Joyce.

He saw her turn around with a stunning smile. That made her heartbeat.

"Heh, so it was you who saved Luther last time," Christian becameserious and his lips curled up in a playful manner.

All of the people chasing Luther were wounded by the boomerangdarts. The depth of the wounds was measured with precision.

He had been looking for it, and it was you.

Joyce!

Things was getting interesting.